Rory hadn't interacted with another person in about a decade; no one came in the warehouse. It was dusty, old, and since the legends said it was home to the Lone Centurion, most people kept away. Whether or not this legend was true, no one wanted to risk running into an angry Roman soldier who would run you through with his sword if you so much as looked at the Pandorica.

Not that Rory was very comfortable with the story how it was. He didn't like killing. He didn't want to kill anyone. The idea of it made him sick to his stomach, or it would, if he could get sick to his stomach. He liked to think he could be sick to his stomach. He liked to think that he was still human, but humans don't live for as long as he had. Rory had seen so much over the years and it scared him. He wondered how much of this he would remember after the word was put right, after the stars returned to the sky and Amy was at his side again. He wondered what she would think of him if she found out what he had done, what he would do to protect her.

Outside, Rory thought he heard footsteps, but paid the sound no attention, not thinking there to be any danger. There was no alarm, no security of any kind. Not for this warehouse anyway. Everyone was too fearful of the Lone Centurion. In fact, there wasn't much else in this particular warehouse besides the Pandorica; nothing of value.

Every once in a while teenagers would come in here. Not to take a look at the Pandorica, or anything else the warehouse held. Mostly it was to catch a glimpse of the Lone Centurion. Rory would on occasion give the teens the pleasure of seeing what they came for. He'd take out his sword, put on his helmet and warn them in a deep and frightening voice to keep away and they'd run away screaming. Most of the time though, he'd stay in the shadows, quietly observing those who came in here.

The sound of the door on the far end of the warehouse creaking open snapped Rory from his thoughts. He straightened up and held his sword at the ready. His eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness so he had an advantage there, or so he thought. As the intruder neared him though, he was more than a little surprised to see how small he or she was. A child? he thought. He couldn't, wouldn't harm a child. The newcomer was dressed strangely though - a jumpsuit with a belt that contained all sort of unrecognisable gadgets. Covering his/her head was a helmet, so Rory was unable to see who, or what, this individual was. He could tell that the attire was not something you'd see during… what year was it? Sometime during the Second World War. The bombs… he'd have nightmares about the bombings. Or he would if he could dream.

"H-hello?" His voiced cracked and sounded rough as sandpaper as he called out to the individual that was approaching him. He hadn't spoken a word in years, preferring to let his sword do the talking for him when someone actually came in here.

The person hadn't noticed him until then however and immediately drew a weapon that Rory was sure was too advanced to belong to a human, let alone someone from this time period. He held up his sword as a precaution, but would try his hardest not to use it.

"You're not human then. That's fine, I'm not either technically."

"Who are you?" the newcomer asked.

It was a girl. Rory hadn't been expecting that either. She didn't sound like a child though and her accent was… strange. Like a bit of everything.

"I'm the Lone Centur-"

"No, I mean what's your name?"

"Rory Williams but I suppose that's-"

"So, Rory Williams – what's in the box?" He could hear her grin, as if she knew something that he didn't.

"Something more important than you know…" He looked at the Pandorica and pressed a hand against it, as though Amy would be able to feel his presence.

The girl studied him from behind her helmet's visor. "How did you know that I'm not human?" she asked, sounding more curious than angry. She lowered her gun, but Rory knew she would have it up again in an instant if he became a threat to her.

"The way you hold yourself, proportions, but the weapon mostly. I've seen enough to know that that is far too advanced to have come from humans, especially during this time."

" 'This time'," she repeated. "Are you from the future? I wouldn't ask that sort of thing normally, it's a bit crazy, but I've just come from the future because I've got a um… job to do here-"

"You can't open the Pandorica. Whatever you've come here for, I'll stop you if it's to open it." Rory held his sword up a bit higher, but he didn't want to use it. This girl was fascinating.

She holstered her weapon and held her hands up in a defensively. "Calm down, Mr. Centurion. I'm just supposed to move it. It's not safe here. The London Blitz and all that. This warehouse is going to be destroyed. Not sure on the specific time. That was a bit tricky to figure out. You weren't very helpful before. If I hadn't been here before I'd never had arrived in the right time period at all…"

"I wasn't helpful? But we've never met. When are you from?"

She laughed. "You never answered my question, why should I answer yours?"

Rory sighed. "I'm from the future, but it's complicated."

"I think I can keep up, you'd be surprised what I deal with back home. And anyway you're wrong. You've never met me, but I've met you."

So Rory told her about Amy and how he'd met the Doctor and how just before his wedding he went with the two of them in the TARDIS. He told the mysterious girl about how he'd died and come back as a Roman, but how that he wasn't himself. He told her how the aliens who had created this Nestine duplicate had captured more of him than they'd planned and how he had been guarding the Pandorica for nearly two thousand years to protect Amy.

"Wow. That's…impressive. I thought when I arrived here the Lone Centurion would be giving me trouble. You haven't met me yet after all though I suppose this fits with how I met you all those years ago, or in three years depending on how you look at it. Sorry, I'm starting to sound like Foaly, who you also don't know about. Just ignore all of that.'

"I don't understand. You know me?" He paused, but she didn't answer his question. "So where did you come from then? And if you're not human, what are you?"

"I'm…" she hesitated. "I'm an elf." She removed her helmet, showing him her pointed ears. Rory also noticed that her eyes didn't match. One was hazel while the other was very distinctly blue in colour. "My home is underground, in Ireland. I've come from the same time you do actually, or very-"

BOOM!

An explosion shook the warehouse. It was close.

"That's what I've come here for!" The girl shouted as another explosion came even closer. "A bomb is going to blow up the building! There's going to be a huge fire and both you and that box are destroyed in it!" Another explosion and the girl lost her balance. Rory caught her, pulling her to her feet again. "Foaly, my friend Foaly did research and this is where all the trouble start-"

"What trouble?" Rory asked urgently.

The girl shook her head. "I can't tell you, it could change things. But someone told him that time could be rewritten. We could fix things. It all started here – tonight!"

Another bomb hit very close to the warehouse this time, blowing out a major part of the north wall and setting the boxes near it ablaze. It was spreading like, well like wildfire, and it was catching up to Rory and his new friend very quickly. The girl grinned and extended a pair of mechanical wings attached to her suit, nimbly flying up to wrap a stretch of rope that was attached to her belt around the Pandorica.

"Moonbelt," she said. "Just pull the rope. I'll pull from the air. It should reduce the weight of this thing. We need to get it away from this building because whatever it is, it's going to bring the stars back."

"You know about-"

"Just pull!"

Rory did as he was told and pulled the rope. He had doubted that they would be able to pull it out of harm's way, but it seemed like the device the girl had, the Moonbelt, was really doing its job. They'd just pulled the Pandorica beyond the warehouse when the roof started to cave in.

"When this is all over," Rory said, not meaning the fire, but saving the world with the Doctor. "I'll find you. I don't know how much of this I'll remember, but surely I'll recall some of this two thousand years."

"Yeah," she said. "Only the man who talked to my friend said we wouldn't remember." She laughed. "It's just as well I suppose. I don't think any of our mind-wiping equipment would work on you. Foaly wouldn't know how to do it without messing up your software probably. Can't have you remembering me unfortunately. You seem nice enough though, even if you were going to stab me with your sword." She winced as she said that, a buried memory resurfacing. "Think you can manage from here?"

Rory nodded.

"I have to go back then," she said. "Good luck, Rory Williams." She gave him a salute and ran off, disappearing around the side of the warehouse that still stood. He realised then that he didn't even know her name.

Rory heard sirens. People would be coming to put out the fire and he knew that he couldn't be seen. It was one thing to be well-known as the legend he was now, but quite another to be publically seen guarding the Pandorica. He backed further away from the flames, remembering the warning the Doctor gave him about too much heat all those years ago. He would still watch the Pandorica, but he'd have to be more careful about it now without the safety of the warehouse to guard him. As firemen arrived and started putting out the flames, Rory was already hidden.