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Oh, no need, really. The wardrobe is quite fully stocked with a wide range of styles, sizes, and what have you. It's back through that door, [Said whilst pointing to a distant wall and its attendant door], past the garden and the tea room. Though it may have moved again.

[Once they are there, however, he steps out after her, poking at things because that's what he did with his life. And was how he frequently got into trouble.]

Midge pet and cuddled Peachfuzz until the dog calmed down, but she still watched The Doctor from under Midge's arm, tail down.

Midge's tiny apartment was exceedingly cluttered and full of garishly bright kitch and secondhand furniture. Midcentury horror movie posters, cheesy, spooky housewares that had obviously been picked up at some post-Halloween clearance sale, art prints of chubby mermaids, and photos of various dogs.]

One English Mastiff, probably almost Quint's height and certainly more than twice his weight, and a pair of Harlequin Great Danes, pulling ahead of a pack of much smaller dogs, and the not insignificantly-sized Midge, rush up to Quint and proceed to snuffle him all over with wet noises and ample slobber.

Quint weighs a bit more than a human boy the same size would, but not so much that the Mastiff doesn't outweigh him. That doesn't stop him from giving the big dog a hug and scritches, as well as handing out scritches and petting to the rest as he tries to stay on his feet. He's apparently not unaccustomed to big happy dogs, only saying in explanation, "We have a Saint Bernard at home."

[And he inspected *all* of it. Everything that had been picked up, every piece of knick-knack and chotsky on display. With every sign of enjoyment.]

How very interesting. [He smiled at one of the horror prints.] Saw the premiere. And the original. Was there when it was written, too. Far more truth to it than people think, hmm.

Poor old Shelley. Wonderful writer, though.

Really? [She asked, looking up from where she was holding Peachfuzz like an oversized and drooling baby, the pit's feet waving in the air.]

Alright. So...let me get out of my jersey and stuff and I'll be right there. You just...make yourself comfortable. [She pointed to a chair that was actually an oversized beanbag, upholstered in fake zebra-print fur.]

[He looked at it in some curiosity, then gingerly sat down, cane held in front of him. Then promptly sank right in without any pretense of dignity.]

Oh, yes, here then? Right. Goodness. I thought zebras were a bit thicker than that. [The last said with a very slight chuckle.]

I'll be fine. You go change. If you can't see me when you get back, do send for a rope.

And um. Don't try to pet Peach. She doesn't really do well with people she doesn't know. [Midges party words before she disappears through a side door.

She changed and threw a couple of handfuls of clothing into a backpack. She was entertaining the impossibilities of time travel but not the impossibilities that The Doctor will have suitable clothes on hand in her size. She kept her skates too after she put on sneakers. Just in case. Whatever. What the hell was she doing anyway?

She returned to the living room, making sure everything was locked up and good to go for her departure.]

Oh I won't. We'll just talk.

[And when she came back, he was levering himself out of the beanbag chair with the use of his umbrella. And he was ruff-ing quietly at her dog.]

What a fun little pooch you have here, eh? Loves what you've done with the place too. She never gets to tell you.

[He straightened, gesturing towards the TARDIS.] Shall we?

Yeah I guess. Ready as I'll ever be. [She said, putting Peachfuzz's harness on.] Let's just drop her off at my Nan's first. Just...just in case.

[He rolled his eyes in good humour at that. But, well, to be fair, the TARDIS had a way of getting a bit...wandering in that regard. Now and again it managed the short jumps, the perfect timing. But not always.]

Very well. Let's just make sure she doesn't mark territory. Centuries of phonebox travel and that has yet to happen. Well, with a dog. I had a Pharoah aboard once. She brought her cat.

You understand.

I'll keep an eye on her, but she's a good girl, she won't piss on anything, I swear. [She said, and gently coaxed the dog into the TARDIS. Peachfuzz kept her tail between her legs nervously but her pink nose was snuffling away just as soon as The Doctor would have the door closed.]

[He smiles]

Excellent. If absolutely necessary, however, if you go down the left door there, then take the third right - that's the forest. She'll love it there.

[He pressed a button on the central console, and the doors whirred shut behind them.]

Oh yeah she probably would. [She said, and was generally boggled by the idea that there was a forest somewhere in here.]

[There was that same sound as the TARDIS took flight again. He pointed at a bit of the console.]

Just type in the address there. Oh, and the date and time. And the planet. And put 'Milky Way' for Galaxy. She'll figure it out from there.

Alright then. [She nervously poked at the buttons, afraid to be operating something this ridiculously fancy. She barely liked operating her tablet. But she put in Nan's address and the rest of the information, setting the time for about five minutes from when they had left the apartment. ]

[It saved time, really, to let her do it. And it was an easy way to judge character. Well, a fraction of it, at any rate. But the moment it was done, he operated the controls like a virtuoso, and the central rod in the console began to rise and fall, and they were off. Only for a few moments, too, before with a noise and a solid thunk, they had arrived]

Ah, there we are. In and out of the time vortex in perfect order. Good on you, old girl. [He patted the console affectionately.]

She was kneeling down on the floor talking to Peachfuzz before taking her to the door and peering out. Wow this thing was pretty accurate with the parking. Right at the bottom of the steps by Nan's townhouse.

"Okay, Peachie, you're gonna stay with Nana for a little bit okay. It might only be five minutes, it might be five years, I'm not really sure how these things work..." She admitted, ruffling the pitbull's ears. "But it'll be alright. You can take care of Nan for me."

He watched, leaning against the TARDIS, a slight smile on his face. He liked dog people, really. Cat people, too. They had a way of caring that made for good people.

He stood straight as she finished, tipping his hat.

"Very well, shall we be off, then?"

"Yeah, one sec." She said, going up the steps and letting herself into the house. After some hasty explaining to Nan that she had to look after Peachfuzz 'just for a little bit' and that Midge would totally pay her back for food and stuff, the woman came back out and bounced down the steps.

"Yeah, alright. Let's go."

He stepped back into the TARDIS, tossing hat aside, hooking his umbrella on the nearest gantry.

"Right, so," he said, the doors closing behind her. "Everywhere that has ever been or ever will be, strange and familiar and amazing - where would you like to go, hmm?"

"Dunno." She came over and looked at the console. "Does this thing have a randomize button on it?" She asked, looking it over. "I mean, go big or go home, right?"

He chuckled.

"You know, it did. I disabled it, once. But, well, shouldn't be hard to deal with that!"

He ducked down, opening the console, revealing an unholy mass of wires, hands starting to work.

"And you know, strangest thing - that's what I said, a very long time ago. In essence, at any rate."

"Well I mean, if it's busted or disabled or whatever, no big deal." She said, leaning on a part of the panel that had no buttons on it and watching him work. "We could probably pick a random time by ourselves. Are there any times you'd recommend? Particularly fun centuries?"

"Oh, I've stopped having favourites," he said, giving the console a gentle smack and smiling happily as things went, well, the way they ought to.

"Well," he said with a smile, "the Earth remains one, yes. Ah, we're off!"

And there was a sound, and a vibration as the TARDIS started to move, the Doctor leaning on the console with old familiarity.