"Before you go," said Jessica. "I've made you some biscuits."

She handed Amy a round tin. Amy reached out and touched it. However many billions of light years away, however many thousands of years, and still. A round tin full of biscuits.

"You can keep the tin," said Jessica, her voice quivering slightly. She understood.

"I'll bring it back," said Amy.

"Don't make promises you can't keep." Jessica gave a weak smile. "Honestly, you're as bad as he is."

Amy glanced involuntarily at the clock.

"You'll be alright, won't you?"

"Plenty more fish."

For a moment, Amy felt irrationally angry. Jessica wasn't speaking English, she was speaking some future alien language. She hadn't really said "plenty more fish". She'd said something else. Some foreign turn of phrase, something that wouldn't mean anything to Amy. It struck her that she barely knew Jessica at all. Her name wasn't even Jessica, was it? That was just the Doctor's magic, making everything simple.

But the Doctor couldn't make everything simple.

"Martin doesn't deserve you," said Amy.

"Right," said Jessica. "I'm sure your husband's telling him exactly the same thing about me."

"He wouldn't dare."

Jessica laughed at that. Amy grinned, opened the biscuit tin, taking two biscuits - one each.

"Cheers," said Jessica, and this time, Amy smiled at the familiarity of the phrase.

"Right, then!" said the Doctor, spinning around the machine so quickly that Amy couldn't make eye contact. "Funfairs! We don't go to enough funfairs."

"We go to too many funfairs," groaned Rory.

"Funfairs are cool!"

Amy squeezed Rory's hand. He took the hint.

"I'm off to, um," he said. "Unpack. Repack. I'm off to pack."

The Doctor was ignoring him. "Have I ever told you about the planet Joylarks? Biggest funfair in the universe! Although it is a key Rutan stronghold, so we'll have to make sure we don't land during the war. Which means we can only stay for half an hour -"

He glanced up, and Amy caught his eye.

"Or, tell you what," he said. "How about home? Ice cream and telly. We could garden! I'd be good at gardening."

"It wasn't your fault," said Amy.

"I could wear those gloves - what do you call them? Gloves, that's it."

"They weren't meant for each other."

The Doctor straightened.

"I made it worse," he said. "If I'd left them alone, they'd have moved on, they wouldn't have ..."

"You were trying to make them happy."

"And two people died."

"Two billion people would have died if you hadn't been there."

The Doctor touched his bow-tie. Stupid thing.

"I don't know anything, do I?"

"Nope," said Amy.

The Doctor's head snapped up. He frowned.

"That's why you've got me."

She skipped towards him, and threw her arms around his midriff.

"Sometimes, people don't suit each other," she said. "Some relationships aren't meant to be. You don't gain anything by forcing two people to stay together if it's not good for them."

Amy let him go. She placed her hand on the console, feeling the vibrations.

"And besides," she said. "If you weren't such a romantic, Rory and I wouldn't be together. You've saved our marriage so many times. Our resident Doctor, showing us how it's done."

The Doctor smiled. He straightened his bow-tie. "You're welcome, Mrs Williams."

Amy grinned. "That's Pond to you, raggedy man."

She pressed a switch, which the Doctor immediately unpressed.

"Anyway. You promised ice cream and telly."

"Coming your way," said the Doctor.

"And Doctor?" Amy ran a hand through his hair. "You're not going anywhere near my garden."