Splitting up

"Let's see..." The Superintendent tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear and raised the device again, "Maybe some residual energy trace that we can pick up on..."

"How does a girl with no skirt manage to just vanish?" Amy wondered, "You'd think she'd be drawing a crowd wherever she went."

"Well, you’ve got almost no skirt on, but you do all right."

"Cheers."

"Nothing." The Superintendent lowered the device with a sigh, "We'll have to look for other... clues..."

"What is it?"

"Something." She was looking down at the ground, where several identical flyers were scattered, then bent to pick one up.

RIP!

"Agh! My trousers!" The Superintendent exclaimed as the rear seam of her pinstriped trousers split open into a wide oval, revealing purple underwear decorated with multicoloured question marks.

"Oh, purple this time." Amy laughed.

"These were my favourites..." The Superintendent groaned, straightening up with a hand over the large tear, "I picked them up back in 1932."

"They've lasted you a while, then."

"We were only in 1932 last week."

"Have to hop back for a bigger size, then. What's the flyer you sacrificed your trousers for?"

"House of Niothumilia fashion show." The Superintendent read, "Held today in," she nodded to a large hall opposite, "that building."

"So, it's just an advert then." Amy said.

"Maybe..." The Superintendent paused, "but I did just get another energy spike."

"When?"

"About the time my pants split. And it looks like it may have come from in there."

"Let's go check it out, then."

"Good idea. Except for me having my knickers on show. So how about you go in the front way, I'll take a look around the back... away from people."

"How am I going to get in?"

"You're Amy Pond, aren't you? Fashion model? And this is a fashion show."

"Gotcha." Amy said, "See you inside, then."