The Alchemist knows that Time has consequences. Now having Regenerated with her Bondmate, the Doctor, both Time Lords have to confront the repercussions of Rose Tyler's actions. The question is, when will that payment fully come due? They received o...
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[Grounds]
The TARDIS materializes with its familiar wheezing sound, cutting through the stillness of the late autumn air. The deep blue box almost shimmers in the sunlight, standing out amidst the lush greenery of the estate grounds.
The Doctor is the first to emerge, his long coat billowing slightly in the soft breeze as he takes a deep breath of the crisp air with Donna and the Alchemist close behind him.
Running a hand through her copper locks, the Time Lady's eyes carefully scan the area.
"Oh, smell that air! Grass and lemonade," the Doctor grins, "And a little bit of mint. A hint of mint! Must be the nineteen twenties."
"You can tell what year it is just by smelling?" Donna asks, "Like Ally can tell the exact time and day and all?"
"Oh, yeah."
She scoffs, gesturing, "Or maybe that big vintage car coming up the drive gave it away."
The Doctor glances in the direction she pointed, and sure enough, an open-topped tourer rolls down the gravel driveway, the soft crunch of tires on stone echoing on the peaceful day. The car honks its horn cheerfully as it halts before the manor's grand entrance. Two uniformed staff members emerge from the shadows—one, the butler, tall and stoic, and the other, a footman, looking much younger and eager to serve.
"It's actually the third of December 1926—10:02 am. Guildford, Surrey," the Time Lady smirks.
The Doctor glances at her playfully, grinning as Donna chuckles beside him, "Show-off," he mutters.
His grin widens as he watches the staff greet the car's driver. Together, the trio leans forward slightly, peering through the shrubbery bordering the drive to catch snippets of conversation between the staff, the driver, and a reverend, who arrives on a bicycle and joins the small gathering.
"Never mind, Planet Zog!" Donna gasps, "A party in the nineteen twenties? That's more like it."
The Doctor sighs dramatically, "The trouble is, we haven't been invited," he grins, pulling out his psychic paper and waving it about, "Oh, I forgot. Yes, we have!"
The Alchemist mutters, "And what special guests indeed," she smirks, turning to her fellow redhead, "Oh, the ever so amazingly gorgeous Donna Noble, care to join me as we dress for the occasion?"
Her companion grasps her hand, "I thought you'd never ask."
"Dressing for the occasion," the Doctor murmurs, "They'll be hours."
[TARDIS Console Room]
Chuckling, the Doctor follows the ginger duo back inside the TARDIS, watching them rush down the corridor as he kicks back on the jumpseat for a few minutes but grows impatient as time ticks on.
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