Clyde was wearing a suit (the same one he’d worn to Sarah Jane’s wedding, where he’d met the Doctor) and Rani was in a smart dress.Sarah Jane, however, was dressed, well, just like Sarah Jane. Not scruffy or casual as such, but nothing black, like Clyde had expected. She looked like she was going out to a nice restaurant rather than a funeral for her best mate.‘She still doesn’t believe it,’ Rani said. ‘So she’s hardly going to wear a long black dress or veil or anything, is she?’ said Rani.Clyde could see Sarah Jane’s logic and felt a bit daft now in his suit. So he quickly took off the tie he was wearing and swapped the dark shoes his mum had made him take for his trainers.‘You look great,’ Rani assured him with a smile.‘Thanks,’ he said. ‘You look cool, too.’And together they walked to the Funeral Chamber, a few steps behind Sarah Jane.It was an impressive room, that much had to be said for it. A lot of work had gone into transforming what was normally, Clyde reckoned, a large UNIT storage area into something with a bit of atmosphere and reverence.
