The hill looks out across a field of grass tinged with the pink colours of the sky; the blades are long and gentle and move in waves with the playful pattern of the breeze, leaving the two young men to search out meanings amongst the coloured strands; there are star systems and whole galaxies locked in the hypnotizing movements.

"How much longer do we have like this, do you think?" one of them asks. He is thin but not particularly tall, hair the colour of dry sand falling over his eyes as he plucks a strand of grass.

The other shrugs his thin shoulders, eyes travelling across the horizon. He doesn't quite manage to look at his companion. "We're Time Lords; surely it's irrelevant."

"Will be Time Lords," the other admonishes. "We haven't finished yet."

There is a pause as they both stare out over the landscape, unable to say that which the other wants to hear. Their bodies are young, regeneration only an enviable unattained phenomenon, and so they haven't quite learnt that time still matters to a Time Lord when he is only a simple Gallifreyan.

The blond makes as if to stand, and the other grabs his hand, his quick dark eyes searching out their opposite.

"All we've got is each other."

There is silence. Slowly, almost unsurely, he gently intertwines their fingers and tugs him softly back down to the grass. They do not let go, and when their eyes meet over the top of their joined hands, the blond's mouth slowly forms into a mischievous smile. They both know what is coming next.

"Are you asking me out on a date?"