"I never told you, but I was married once before."
"Really? Oh, well, that’s.. that’s good. Fine. Yep. Great."
"Sorry. It’s just, this dress looks like my mums. I wore hers for my wedding. The man I married was Larry. You remember him? Well, probably not… He was the man that was with me when we first met. You actually brought us together,"
Sally hums a bit sadly, continuing as she works,
"With the whole Weeping Angel nonsense we were dragged into. Now look where we’ve gotten. I’m dragged into helping hem the wedding dress of some God awful woman who can order for our heads to be chopped off at any moment."
The Doctor nodded at her words. He wanted to say something nice, she looked like someone in need of a nice dose of soft words. But he really no idea of what to say.
He didn’t remember the man she said. Well, slightly. What he remembered most about the day they met was four things. Actually, four things and a lizard. A quite not pleasant and polite lizard.
"That’s.. life, I suppose. One day you get married, the other you get threaten by someone, and the other you can get seasick only by crossing your arms, depending on what gravity you’re on." He sighed. Did he do okay? His words seemed okay. For him.
"No matter what, people always die around you."
"No, not always. They usually leave me before they do."