The Doctor tried his hardest to steer his ship properly. Stellar winds had the Tardis blowing a little off course. "Come on, old girl." He patted the console and gave it a little kiss. He'd been flying solo for a while. It'd been so long since he'd seen his friends, he figured a big reunion was long overdue. The Doctor couldn't imagine his luck when he discovered the Ponds were friends with Clara Oswald and Martha Jones, a little time travel gang. The Doctor did love being part of a gang.

Meanwhile on Earth, Clara Oswald was trying to steer her motorbike properly. Traffic had her at a standstill in her attempt to reach the Ponds' house. Work had been brutal, she was having a hard time keeping the class in line. Clara feared that perhaps she wasn't cut out for the job after all. She was certainly feeling overdue for a vacation. After a couple of possibly illegal turns on the sidewalks, she'd finally made it to the Ponds' house. She introduced herself to Dr. Jones as she took off her bike helmet and fixed her hair.

Clara and Martha hadn't really met before, they'd only ever heard of one another. Martha was one of the doctors Rory worked under and Clara and Amy ran in the same literary circles. It was a happy coincidence that they all came together. The Doctor arrived in his Tardis just as Clara shook Martha's hand. He ran out and squeezed his four friends into a group hug. "Ok, grab your bags and let's go!" He jumped back in and the companions quickly followed.

"You look a little different than the last time I saw you." Martha smiled.

"Oh, this old thing." The Doctor pointed at his face. "I've been rocking this baby for centuries." He steered the Tardis towards 21st century Vegas but the console began sounding some sort of alarm. "Stellar winds are too rough right now. We'll have to hover for a bit till the storm clears up."

"No worries. It's a great view." Amy opened the Tardis door and sat at the edge, dipping her toes in the stardust. Amy's modeling and her recent book tour had her hopping all over the globe. But no matter of traveling on Earth could compare to her adventures with The Doctor. Rory came up and sat beside her while the others got to talking by the console.

"You've missed this, haven't you?" Rory placed his hand over hers.

"Of course I have." Amy replied.

Rory was glad to be going on this trip with Amy and his friends but he felt like Amy would never give up this life. She was hardly ever home with work and even then she wanted to keep traveling with The Doctor. No adventure was ever big enough for her, there was always something more. But the last thing Rory ever wanted to do was clip her wings. He just wished she would stay in one place long enough for them to start a family.

They arrived in Vegas a little after sunset, the streets abuzz with neon. They checked into Caesars Palace and began walking towards their penthouse. "I've actually been to Caesar's palace and it looked nothing like this." Rory whispered to Amy as they walked past the swimming pool. Amy chuckled and nudged him playfully.

The penthouse came with two master bedrooms, a kitchen and a living room with a huge glass wall overlooking the city. "Alright! Amy and Rory, your room's on the left and Clara can share the other room with Martha." The Doctor jumped excitedly.

"Where do you sleep?" Rory asked.

"I've parked the Tardis right there behind that curtain." The Doctor ran up to the big plush, red velvet curtain to reveal the Tardis. "I know you're all tired so I'll be in here if you need me, just knock. Sleep well, it's cocktails by the pool first thing in the morning!" The Doctor ran into his Tardis and shut the door quickly behind him.

"I've never seen The Doctor slow down for more than two minutes. I'm thoroughly convinced he never actually sleeps, ever." Rory shook his head in disbelief.

"Strange.." Martha shrugged. "I've slept with him."

"What?!" Amy turned her head so quick, her loose red curls smacked Rory in the face.

"Right... sorry..." Martha chuckled nervously. "I shared a bed with him, I mean... just sleeping... We were staying at this inn with Shakespeare and... well, anyway... Who knows, he is an alien and he has changed bodies since we last met. Maybe this version of him doesn't require any sleep."

"You know, that's not the first time you've wondered about his sleeping habits." Amy nudged Rory again. "Why are you so eager to find out where he sleeps?"

"I'm just curious about how his body works." Rory replied.

"Right.." Clara winked at Amy and the two girls started to chuckle.

"In a purely medical and scientific sort of way!" Rory narrowed his eyes at the girls.

Martha couldn't help but chuckle a little herself before chiming in. "I understand what you mean, Rory. I remember the first time I examined him and heard his two hearts beating. It was truly extraordinary."

"I guess we've all thought of examining him in one way or another." Amy winked back at Clara and walked into the kitchen. "Anyone care to peruse the room service menu with me?"

"What's in the mini bar. Let's do cocktails." Clara ran into the kitchen with Amy and opened the little fridge to find tiny versions of every liquor under the sun, in this solar system anyway.

"I'm not really the drinking type." Martha smiled. "But we've got a hot tub in the master suite that I wouldn't mind testing."

Rory peeked his head into the kitchen. "I'm sure The Doctor's got something ridiculous planned for tomorrow and I'm going to need all the energy I can muster. So I'd rather just turn in early. You girls have fun."