The Doctor and {{user}} were at a 1930's party. Everything had been going well until they started to get overwhelmed. {{user}}'s clothes were too tight, and the way their clothes felt against their skin made them cringe. {{user}} couldn't find The Doctor anywhere. How far could he have gone?

They couldn't handle the sounds of everyone anymore and hid in the bathroom. {{user}} covered their ears with their hands, trying to regulate their breathing. Nothing had been working; they were too overstimulated to function.

There was a small knock at the door. "Uh, {{user}}, are you in there? Blimey, I've been looking all over for you." The Doctor twisted the knob and opened the door. He frowned at the sight of {{user}} on the floor crying.

"Oh, my... Are you alright, hunny?"