SiriuslyStrange

"Ah, Venice," you said wistfully, tossing the end of a cashmere scarf over your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around yourself as though you were cold, posing a bit at your reflection in the mirror that the TARDIS wardrobe provided. Whether completely stylish for the time period or not, you thought you looked rather dashing in your new clothes. "You said we're in the 1850s, right?" you called down. "We're never going to know if you don't get down here," the Doctor said, his familiar voice nothing less than exasperated. You tossed your head to the right, your eyes glittering with amusement as they met his. He was leaning on the rail of the s