August. 1940.
"You know you don't exactly fit in, right?" asked Tori, "I mean, there aren't too many centurions walking around these days." Rory nodded. "I guess I've never taken the time to find a new outfit," he said.
It was August. Rory had actually considered what Madam Vastra said, but had just as soon disregarded it. Tori Planck just seemed like a nice girl, and after eight months he didn't see anything "off" about her. He was allowed to have friends, right? The Doctor couldn't expect him to be lonely for 2,000 years.
Tori let out a huge grin. "I think I'm just the girl for the job," she said. With that, she pulled him along by his cold, plastic hand. When they arrived at her house she ran into her study and came back with a huge binder. Rory chuckled as she rummaged through it until she pulled out a sketch. "I've been working on this suit for ages," said Tori, "Would you like to be the model for the prototype?" Rory raised an eyebrow. "You mean your plastic mannequin?" he said. Tori laughed. "No!" she said.
Rory studied the drawing. "It's really good," he said, "Except I'm not wearing the bow tie." Tori frowned. 'Not cool,' mouthed Rory. "Well, that can be fixed," she giggled, and left to fetch her sewing tools.
Rory glanced around her sitting room. It was nice, filled with comfy chairs and elegant side tables. Rory walked over to the bookshelf against the wall. On top was a framed picture of Tori and a young man. Rory heard Tori walk back into the room.
"Alright, Mr. Centurion," she said, "Come over here and hold out your arms so I can measure you." Rory did as he was told. "Tori," he said as she held up a tape measure to him, "Who's that? In the picture over there."
She looked over at the frame sadly. "That's my fiancé... His name was Paul Huber," she said, her voice trembling. Rory looked at her in concern. "What happened?" he asked softly. "He was killed," she said, "One night he was walking home from work and some gangster tried to mug him. He fought back, and..." Tori's voice cracked and her eyes filled with tears. Rory put his hand on her shaking shoulders. "I'm so sorry," he said, and embraced her in a comforting hug. Tori pulled out and excused herself to the powder room.
When she came back, eyes puffy and nose red, she gave him a half-hearted smile. "I think I have all I need," she said, "How about you come back in two weeks for the first fitting?" Rory smiled. "Sounds good," he said, "You okay?" Tori nodded. Rory gave her another hug and left for the Pandorica. Tori watched him leave. She took a deep breath and retreated into her study.
