Story, Elizabeth, and Brook arrive in Auvergne, France in 1517, where they meet some interesting people, including none other than Leonardo da Vinci. There are mysterious goings-on, one involving Leonardo's automaton, which appears to have killed a would-be thief.
For now, Story chooses a skinny fit pair of black jeans, and a long blue top (a bit like what Sofia Boutella is wearing in the picture) - long enough that it might have qualified as a short dress if she wasn't wearing trousers with it.
"I don't know if this is quite right," she says, looking critically at herself in a mirror - "but I guess for now I want to feel the difference in my body. And I think it will pass muster in the Sixties."
The voyage was indeed a speedy one. No sooner had she changed her outfit than the TARDIS made its usual wheezing, groaning sound, showing that it was materializing.
Brook decides on a clean outfit similar to what she was wearing before, figuring that she can pick up some more suitable sixties clothing when they hit the shops.
After putting on her leather jacket and grabbing her hat, she pauses.
“I guess we have the right money? I’ve only got decimal currency and maybe some Roman coins.”
Elizabeth looks through the pockets of her rather worn tweed skirt and brings out some coins.
“I’ve got enough pennies and shillings for bus rides and tea but it won’t stretch to clothes. Isn’t Liberty‘s at the top of Carnaby Street? I wouldn’t mind going there.” She says wistfully.
"I've picked up some odds and ends over the years," Story says. Though like Liz's, the amount of money she gets out isn't going to stretch to a lot of shopping.
“I don’t suppose we could travel back a few years later on and deposit some money in a bank?” Brook wonders. “Then we could withdraw it now, plus interest!”
As the TARDIS doors opened, it occurred to Story that it might be a good idea to look on the scanner before actually setting foot outside. However, no such thought occurred to Brook, who was already near the door in eager anticipation of heading outside. As soon as the doors were open, she stepped through them.
Brook found herself in some sort of workshop, dark except for the faint light from the night sky trickling in through the window. An unfinished painting was on an easel, but she couldn't make any details out in the darkness. An odd contraption whose purpose she couldn't even begin to fathom was in the center of the room. At the back of the room was a closed door. Beside the window stood a suit of armor. For some reason the curtain sash was tied around its ankles, and it held a halberd clutched in its elaborate steel gauntlets. That halberd's blade was embedded in the upper chest of a man dressed in black clothing. He lay on his back on the floor between the armor and a large oak desk. A second man in black clothing, this one alive, was crouching over him, taking a crystal and an open puzzle box from the dead man's clenched fists. He had just been struck in the left shoulder by a dagger thrown by a man filling an open doorway at the front of the room. "Murder!" he shouted. "Intruders in the palace! Murder!"
