If the Doctor was suffering from an after-effect of being choked, he certainly didn't notice it. He grinned at the Master's disbelieving voice and ran pell-mell down the crazy maze of the TARDIS corridors, past the bins and through the fifth door on the left into the cavernous wardrobe room.

The room was enormous and covered in clothes - plenty for anyone, any fashion sense to choose from. Well, with a life like the Doctor's you had to be prepared. He ducked behind the nearest rail and started sorting through it, biting back a laugh. Maybe he had gone a little mental. Well, more than usual, at least. Well, then again...