Okay, sorry I forgot this, especially since it's kinda more important than the other one. My bad. Anyway, this Interlude kinda explains why Josie and Billie have the scarf and coat.

Enjoy!

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"Josie!"

The call didn't even make her turn away from the mirror. The scarf was ridiculous, she knew. But it was her favorite article of clothing from the entire wardrobe. There was just something about it that made her smile. She knew it had belonged to the Doctor before his regeneration – she'd seen it after all – but he never wore it anymore.

"Josephine Stewart!"

Great. He had pulled out her full name. Next he'd use her middle name.

"Here," she called exasperated.

She watched the Doctor appear from around the corner with a frown plastered on his face.

"What are you doing in here, Josie? We're leaving in a five minutes. Have you packed?"

She nodded grumpily, "I don't want to go."

He chuckled, shaking his head at her whiny tone, "Don't you miss your grandfather?"

"Yes," she answered quickly, then hesitating. "Can't he just come with us?"

He laughed again, "I'm afraid the Brigadier has always been clear about that. He refuses to travel full time with us."

"But," she protested haltingly, not really sure what she wanted to say. "I just…"

He squeezed her shoulder, "I know, Josie. But you need to go home now. We've all agreed. Even you."

She nodded sadly, slowly unwinding the scarf from her neck. The Doctor caught her wrists to stop her.

"Why don't you keep this?" he asked twisting it back into place. "I won't be wearing it ever again, that's for sure."

"Really?" He nodded. Josie flung herself up into his arms, making him chuckle. "Thank you!"

"Of course, Josie," he said giving her one last squeeze before setting her back on the ground, "Anything for you. Now are you ready to go?"

She nodded and, hand-in-hand, the two walked out of the wardrobe towards the console room. Josie was disappointed that she wouldn't be able to travel anymore, now that she had close to complete control over her ability. But at least she could keep one small part of her travels with her.

Billie bounced happily behind her Aunt Sarah, holding onto Greg's hand as they walked to the car from the courthouse. He chuckled at the younger girl's antics, but she just stuck her tongue out at him. Nothing could get her down today.

Today Sarah Jane Smith had officially adopted ten-year-old Billie Jean Smith (nee Carter). Billie couldn't have asked for a better birthday present. Greg, who was fifteen, was asked by the court what he wanted to do – stay with their mum, or be adopted as well. He chose to stay as he didn't have long before he went off and joined the military like he always wanted. Sarah Jane understood and simply asked that he visited as often as possible, for Billie's sake.

Now that they had (finally) finished in court, Sarah Jane was taking her niece and nephew out to dinner at Billie's favorite Italian restaurant to celebrate. Billie hoped they could go get ice cream for dessert too.

Greg sat in the front passenger seat, so Billie clambered into the back, freezing momentarily in shock. A large rectangular box wrapped in TARDIS blue paper sat in the back seat. Had Aunt Sarah gotten her something as a surprise? Only she would know to wrap it in TARDIS blue.

Billie quickly shut her door and buckled her seatbelt before pulling the present toward her, "Aunt Sarah can I open it now, please?"

Greg twisted in his seat to see and his eyes widened at the sight, "Whoa where did that come from?"

Aunt Sarah looked back as well, her brow furrowing, "I…don't know."

Billie tilted her head to the side, "But it's TARDIS blue. Who else would give this to me?" Her eyes widened comically as she realized exactly who would give it to her.

Greg snorted, "Dear lord, you're still on about those made-up stories."

She ignored her brother, tearing at the paper, eager to find out what they had left her. Once all the paper was pooled on the floor of the car, she flipped the lid of the box open, gasping at the Technicolor that met her eyes. Carefully she lifted the coat out, holding it up to show Aunt Sarah.

The older woman smiled, "You always did say you wanted that coat. Did he leave a note?"

Greg gaped like a fish as Billie dug through the box, "But…but they were just stories."

"Even stories are true sometimes, Greg," Billie said, followed by a triumphant noise as she found a birthday card at the bottom of the box. The front simply had a picture of the TARDIS in a snowy field. The inside had a small note written in neat even calligraphy.

Happy Birthday, Billie, and congratulations on the adoption! This coat, I believe, belongs more to you than me now. You certainly seemed to have it more than I did during your stay on the TARDIS. Good luck on all of your endeavors in life! The Professor.

After reading it out loud to the car, Billie looked up smiling widely. Greg still looked shell-shocked, but Aunt Sarah was chuckling lightly.

"You really did steal that coat quite often, you know."

With that, she turned back around, closed Greg's mouth for him, and started the car. Billie, still grinning, pushed her arms into the coat and tucked it around her body tightly. It was still ridiculously big on her, but that was okay. She held the fabric up to her nose and inhaled deeply. It still smelled sharp, but earthy, with a hint of time. It made her relax instantly like nothing else could. She settled back into her seat, deciding this really was the best birthday ever.