'I love you, it's ruining my life' - Taylor Swift
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"Your world would be much better off if you lost me."
"Don't say things like that. What difference does it even make? Either way, I'm travelling with you, and I'm in danger. One way we'll both just...
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"I think that was the best shower I've ever had," Cherry exclaims, emerging from the corridor and approaching the Doctor. He's showered too and changed out of the clothes he stole from the hospital into almost identical ones, bow tie and all, only this one is blue. Cherry frowns, straightening it for him. "I liked the red."
"Well, we're visiting the Winston Churchill," the Doctor reminds her, tapping her on the nose, and she laughs. "Thought I best change out of the vomit-soaked clothes."
"That's probably for the best," she agrees and then frowns, looking down at her own outfit. She's wearing a bright red turtleneck sweater, a short black skirt, and a pair of red Doc Martens she found in the wardrobe. "Do I look okay? Should I have dressed like a 1940s housewife or something?"
"No, don't worry about that," the Doctor waves her worries away with his hand. "You look great! Very red!"
A blush creeps onto Cherry's cheeks, and she looks down at the shiny leather covering her toes with a bashful smile. "Thank you."
"Charlotte, there's something you -"
"That bathroom was massive," Amy says loudly as she enters the room, pulling Cherry's attention away from the Doctor and onto her cousin. The Doctor huffs but plasters a smile across his face for Amy. She is vomit-free as well, dressed in a black leather jacket and red top paired with a short khaki skirt and Cherry pouts at her.
"You stole my colour," she teases, and Amy rolls her eyes.
"I was born with red hair. If either of us can claim the colour red, I think it should be me," Amy argues, and Cherry smiles.
"But I liked red before you were even born, so," Cherry quips. "But you look nice."
"You're barely a year older than me. And thanks. So do you," Amy says, walking over to her and the Doctor. "You're keeping the bow tie then?"
"Bow ties are cool," the Doctor replies simply, focusing on landing the Tardis at the right time and place.
"So, Winston Churchill," Amy leans against the console, looking at the Doctor. "Anything we should know?"
"Yes," the Doctor says, pointing at Amy. "Don't let him take my key."
"Umm... okay?" Amy furrows her eyebrows. "I was sort of hoping for something more interesting."
"Well, it's very important," the Doctor says, turning to Cherry. "Don't let him get it."
"Why does he want it?"
"Well, who wouldn't," the Doctor gestures to the Tardis with his hands, and she sighs.
"Fair enough."
Upon landing, the Doctor tells the girls to stay behind him as he pokes his head out of the wooden doors. Then he steps out completely, so Cherry gingerly follows after him, and she is met with three rifles pointing straight at her head. She inhales sharply, gripping the sleeve of the Doctor's tweed jacket, but he seems to be positively buzzing with excitement. He grins as he holds his hand out towards a short man with round glasses and a cigar in his mouth. "Amy! Cherry! Winston Churchill!"
