Positronic and Omnipotent

Love the way Barbara just leaves it to Ian and is like ‘night Ian, you sort it out’, and Ian’s left there calling after her all flustered like he does not want to be the one to give the talk. We imagine it would be much like this in the future when Barbara leaves Ian to talk about the birds and the bees to their son, watching him squirm from the distance no doubt. 

"Don’t get too full of yourself, Time Lord. But you do have a big heart. Hearts." She put a hand on her belly and then giggled.

He hovered his hand above her stomach "May I?"

She nodded happily. “Please, feel free! It feels rather nice,” she admitted.

Once again me placed his hand on her stomach "I’ve been alive for 843 years and yet the miracle of pregnancy still amazes me. The fact that there is a child inside mesmerizes me."

She smiled at him, finding his fascination rather adorable for such an ancient man. “Then you have my permission to touch all you want. This won’t last forever. And just wait until she starts kicking and moving around!”

He grinned, still staring at her globe like belly. "I really hope we aren’t in the middle of a battlefield when she decides to leave."

"That would be disastrous indeed! I think I’ll try to stay in one place when it gets close. And wherever that is, I’ll have to make sure it’s ready well in advance."

He nodded. "I certainly don’t want to be caught off guard!"

"Not that you're a stranger to being caught off guard, I'm guessing."

Jamies yellow jacket is the reason why The Abominable Snowmen is in black and white.

The reached the large building, made of marble and stone. Lights and noises could be hear and seen from inside. They walked inside to find the place packed and everyone having a good time

"There certainly are a lot of men," she commented, keeping her distance from the Doctor. She found where the drinks were and got a goblet of wine for herself. Some people stared at her, but she assumed that was because she was a woman at a man’s party. Not that she let it bother her, though, until someone made a bold statement about how she must be brave or stupid to enter a place ‘like that’.

The Doctor began to hear comments about himself too Nasty ones People began to stand away from both of them. "Strange." The Doctor muttered.

Flustered, Khoufu put her hands in the air and walked over to the Doctor. “I’m leaving,” she said before continuing towards the exit.

He grabbed her arm gently. "Now, now, hold on! Why waste a perfectly time when we could just ask what’s the matter and get on with nice party?"

She sighed and tried to compose herself before she looked back at the Doctor to reply. “Because I’d rather leave before I have more alcohol and decide to hit someone over the head,” she replied calmly. Almost hurt, she added, “And they don’t seem to like my dress. Or your vest for that matter.”

"Who cares!" He argued. "Look at what their wearing! Much less beautiful then what you are wearing. " He pulled her close and whispered in her ear "Their probably jealous of us." He stood back up and smiled. "Come on, you deserve this party, WE deserve this party!" He grabbed her hand again "Enjoy yourself for once…" He said softly almost pleadingly "We both need a little break once and a while."

She was tipsy enough to not stay mad, and complimenting her dress hadn’t exactly hurt either. She smiled at him. “Oh, all right. Might want to stop me if I get too drunk. Have you had any of the wine? I rather like it.”

He smiled "No I haven’t but I’m sure I’ll love it."

She took a sip from her goblet and handed it to him. "This is such a fascinating culture. I'd bet out attire would be much more appreciated in China or somewhere else."