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[Rose slowly settles back on the couch and looks at him.]

Thank you.

[She notices the bra still clinging to his pant leg.]

Um. Doctor...

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What? What did I do now?

Nothing. It's just...um...

[She motions awkwardly to the bra that's still clinging.]

You sort of brought a souvenir.

[Looks down and see the bra. He looks horrified.]

Oh! Oh no! Ah...

[He tries to shake it off with his leg.]

Yeah, sorry. Get off!

[Keeps shaking his leg with no success.]

Let me, yeah?

[She bends down and reaches for it giving a tug.]

Static electricity. Watch me get zapped when I turn on a light switch.

Don't go near any doors for a while then.

[She hold the bra in her hand and stares at it.]

This is one of the good ones.

[Looks away, embarrassed.]

Welllll, I wouldn't know much about women's...fashion.

I reckon in all your 900 years you've picked up a thing or two.

[She throws the bra toward the other side of the couch and looks over at him.]

Yeeeah! I mean no! No, I probably wouldn't. No, I definitely know nothing about fashion. We are talking about fashion, right? I mean, look at Uncle. He has no fashion sense. And my sixth...that was ridiculous.

And look at you, yeah? Slight improvement. Sixth? What did he wear?

You've got the ice?

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Ice! Yes! It's here.

[Puts the ice pack on her ankle and stands up again quickly.]

That better?

Better, yeah. Thanks.

[She gives him a small smile.]

So are you gonna sit down or just stand there? What about what you were saying about your sixth self?

What was I...? Oooooh right. Wardrobe. Wellll, it was...did you ever hear the story of Joseph?

The coat one?

Yeah. Let's just say it was something along those lines.

Blimey...Must've been blinding.

Yeah. I was really different then. Anyway, so this is your flat?

[Wanders around.]

Let's see, I've seen the kitchen, your room, the hall, the living room...what am I missing?

How different?

[She is curious and watching him from her position.]

Closets, loo.

Loo! Yes! I need to wash my hands. Dunno if anything in your room or kitchen was even clean.

[Leaves before she can open her mouth.]

[Shouts at him from the couch.]

Oi! It's clean enough.

[His voice is coming from inside.]

Clean?

[Sticks his head out.]

Clean? Rose, you have a ring in your bathtub, towels on the floor, and you hamper is overflowing with clothes.

[Goes back in.]

And they smell too!

What do you expect? It ain't like I've got a maid or time.

[She's glaring at him from the couch.]

Oi! Get out of there! You know I'm only gonna have to get you back after this, yeah?

[Sticks his head out again.]

What? What am I doing wrong?

How did washing your hands turn into smelling my used clothes?

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