D.O.C.T.O.R.W.H.O.Dedicated Organization to the Constant Termination Of Rory Which Happens Often
The CotWe are standing in a room, although we are far from alone. We don't know why we are there, or how we arrived. When we try to speak, no words tumble from our tongue; so instead we wait and watch patiently as if we know that something is going to happen. We feel like a spy, peering into the lives of strangers; but that is how curiosity works.The room is white, like a hospital ward, and the walls sparkle with a cold, but welcoming glint that shines from the rows of little lightbulbs, no bigger than your palm or mine, that sit comfortably in the walls and the ceiling as if the designer of the room wanted to do all he could to banish any shadow that dared to creep around the corner.There is little furniture in the room, despite the vastness of it, and so it seems to be much bigger than it would first appear; as if, somehow, the inside is larger. The atmosphere is that of a lonely one, as if there had once been many people who buzzed about between the walls but have now all vanished. There
Running From the Monsters"Mmmm." Amy opened her eyes. Rory was stroking her cheek with his thumb."Good morning," he said, kissing her nose. "The Doctor says we're not going anywhere this morning.""So I can stay in bed with you?" she asked, cuddling into him."If you want." He pulled her closer. "You deserve it."They stayed cuddled like that all morning, talking quietly, until the Doctor poked his head in. "Let's go somewhere dressy," he suggested. "Feels like a dressy day." He left and wandered back down the hall. "Dressy."They both laughed. "Do you want to go out?" Rory asked."I've had enough bed for today," Amy replied. "Why not?" She poked his chest. "Besides, I wouldn't mind seeing you dressed up again."After showering and changing, the couple met the Doctor in the control room where he was landing the TARDIS. "You haven't changed," Amy protested. She was wearing a short, sleeveless purple dress and Rory had on black dress pants and a white button-down."I am too! How about you two go out
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