Minutes later, the Doctor walked out of one of the corridors, to find The Vigilante wearing a frilly pink dress, and Rose laughing maniacally. The Doctor stopped mid-stride. "What the...Why are you wearing a dress?" The Vigilante turned around, a giant grin on his face. "I was doing my Audrey Hepburn impersonation!" The Doctor gave him a weird look, then moved to the centre console. "So. Where to, then?" The Vigilante flicked a switch on the other side of the console. "Hmm...let's go to Rome. I haven't been to Rome in a while." He laughed. "Last time I was in Rome, I pissed off old Augustus by beating him in a drinking contest. Cheeky bugger tried to crucify me. Yep, good times." The Vigilante flicked more switches, and a siren began to sound. "Oh, shut up, you, and stop trying to show off." He smacked a panel with a wrench, and the siren ceased. The Vigilante rubbed his hands together, and grinned. "Here we go. Rome!" He strode towards the door. "What, you mean we're already there?" said Rose. The Vigilante turned around. "Yep."
"But there wasn't any noises."
"So?"
"Well, the Doctor's TARDIS makes this weird whooshing kind of noise."
"Ah, yes, that." The Vigilante walked to the Doctor, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Stop leaving the handbrake on, okay?" He moved towards the door again, only to stop suddenly. "Wait. I'm forgetting something. Ah yes, now I remember." The Vigilante turned, and pointed a finger at Rose accusingly. "You were just going to let me walk around Ancient Rome in a frilly pink dress?" Rose smiled naughtily. "I kind of think the colour suits you." The Vigilante twirled, and grinned. "Well, it is a nice colour, and the shape really emphasises my rock-hard ass, but it's got no pockets. And you always need pockets, even if it's just to stick your thumbs in them. It's the same principle as guns and condoms; I'd rather have them and not need them, than need them and not have them ." he disappeared down a corridor, returning moments later in jeans and a shirt, with a large, gleaming axe strapped across his back. The Doctor glanced at him as he walked past, and his mouth fell open. The Vigilante grinned."Jealous? I think I've got another one in there if you want it."
"Thanks, but I'll stick with my screwdriver."
"Suit yourself." The Vigilante placed a hand on the door-handle, then chuckled. "A sonic screwdriver." He was still smiling as he stepped out the door, only to be surrounded by a dozen Roman soldiers carrying guns.