It's been too long. He hasn't told us. We know but he hasn't told us.
"Earth to Amy, Earth to Amy, come in Amy."
He better not mess it up again. "Amy to Centurion, I'm in, Centurion." Like he did with this Roman.
"You haven't done anything for an hour."
Wonder if he'll stop by.
"Hello?"
"He's going to come." He has to.
"Oh, come on, can we not think about him for a little while? He's alive."
But I haven't seen him. "He's coming. He is going to come."
Pause. "Yes. I hope so too."
Hope the carolers don't scare him off, you mean. "Doorbell again."
"Can we just ignore them?"
I wish. "It's the doorbell, we have to check. You look."
"Oh fine. But I'm not drenching them. That's your idea."
I barely squirted that last bunch. Not like they froze or anything.
Silent night, holy night...
Silent night... I hate the Silence.
"False alarm, again. Now can we please let the carolers be?"
"They are disturbing the peace. No." He might come. I won't miss him.
"Then can we eat? A nice, Christmas dinner that we worked so hard on?"
We. Hah. One person made that dinner. We, right. "You got three out, yeah?"
"Is River coming? I haven't seen her."
River. Wish she'd come. That would be nice. "No, Rory. It's Christmas. Get another."
"Why?"
"Please?" Does he really not know?
"Fine. If it'll make you happy. Remember happy? What you used to be? Happy was nice."
Happy was nice. Yes. Just not tonight.
"Door, Amy."
You're two rooms away, don't have to shout. "Got it." And my water pistol.
"Don't soak them too bad!"
Right. "Won't." Not thinking about what I'm saying, it's probably what I mean. Too tired to think. "Don't want to be wet on a night like this-" oh. It's him.
IT'S HIM!