It was a traditional wedding in a way, but not in the tradition of Vicki's home time. Although she loved Troilus, and was looking forward to marrying him, there was just one thing she was missing.
Ian and Barbara had talked about one of their favourite parts of the wedding, the tossing of the bouquet. It seemed like such a silly little thing, but one she wanted to do nonetheless. Of course the concept wouldn't be invented for hundreds of years; and she hadn't the time to gather the flowers. Nor would any of her friends understand why she wanted them. Still, that's the nature of life.
A skinny man in a brown suit tapped her on the shoulder. In his hands were a bouquet, flowers found within the local area. It was exactly what she wanted! But who was this strange, anarchistic man.
The man said nothing, instead turning and walking away silently. Vicki was tempted to follow, but had other things to worry about. Still, in her heart she knew who that strange man was. The same strange man that had rescued her from Dido all those years ago.
She smelt the flowers. They were divine. "Thanks Doctor," she said.