"I'd like to go to London, nineteen sixty three. The Beatles were just getting big. That would be amazing." Elsa squealed "Interesting date. We should be there in no time, go get yourself changed into the proper clothes, the both of you." The Doctor smiled and shook his long overcoat off, watching the two young humans wander off to the wardrobes. He was exhausted, yet these two seemed to take his mind off things he'd rather not think of. Such as his Rose Tyler. He was so lost without her...he would eventually be able to think properly,most likely in his next regeneration. All he wanted to tell her he loved her... Elsa skipped out in a flattering dark red shift and a pair of black shoes to match. "You look very nice." he smiled "Thank you sir." she giggled "Am I too beatnik?" Mikey called, shyly walking out in all black. "You look...fitting." Elsa grinned "You look stunning." Mikey blushed, fixing his glasses. "Well, we're here. This is a fixed point in time, don't do anything stupid."