They both watched as Jack started the short walk back to the blue box. Amy let her hand drop back to her side, and Rory walked back over to her. "I did not expect this." It was true. Whenever the TARDIS landed, he was already getting prepared to fear for his life, Amy's life and The Doctors, and anyone else who was standing around. He was trying to imagine the most horrifying creatures he could, to take the sting off when he actually met one of them. Yet he had never prepared himself in case they had bumped into someone who needed their help emotionally like Jack.

Amy shook her head, and they both started to walk slowly back the the doors of the TARDIS. "Things have got...weird lately. With everyone I think." She had been thinking it for a long time. The Doctor, although always mad, seemed to have a strangeness about him that he didn't often have. Sometimes she thought it was because of the constant threat of loosing one of them, and almost loosing Rory now too many times. Yet, from what she had heard, he had already dealt with loss his whole life, so what could there be that made it any different?

Rory looked at her, knowing that she was right. He remembered all the times that she had tried to speak to him about things, and he had shrugged her off. Yet seeing Jack, lonely and in need of so much comfort, it had scared him a little. It wasn't such a big deal of him to keep stonewalling the red head, but one day, he might really need her and then she wouldn't be there any more, and he would curse every missed opportunity. "Maybe later we could talk about it." The way he said it, it wasn't quite defeat and it wasn't quite a question. It was an offer, to perhaps share some things with Amy to ease her mind.

Now at the doors of the TARDIS, Amy looked at him with surprise in her eyes. That was certainly not what she had been expecting. She wanted to reply, but with the others in ear shot she decided to instead smile and nod. If Rory was having a few problems, perhaps telling The Doctor and a total stranger about them wasn't the best idea.

As Amy looked into the massive interior of the magical box, she had an itch in the back of her head. It was a similar feeling to when she forgot that she was doing things, but all she had been doing was walking back. She thought hard for a moment, to right back to the start of the day, and what she had been doing then. She was determined to remember, however small the thing she had forgotten was.