You were out shopping, not a care in the world. You were just fine; you had your scary dog privileges after all! Dottore was at your side, a deep scowl on his face to keep people away from you.

A piece of clothing caught your eye, and you instantly grabbed it, inspecting it with wonder. Dottore walked up next to you, inspecting it and then making a small 'hm.' nosie.

"Do you want this, darling? Well hurry along, I'll pay."