She'd been right, as usual, and knowing her, he'd never hear the end of it. The TARDIS doors closed behind them, and he ran up to the console and took off, flying her away from the angry horde of villagers. He heard her walk up the ramp, and he looked up at the red-haired Scottish woman, standing there and smirking with her arms crossed.

"I told you, Doctor!" she exclaimed triumphantly. "Never trust a woman who immediately takes a fancy to you."

"And where'd you learn this, Amy?" the Doctor asked, looking back at the console to confirm coordinates or some other random thing he didn't need to do and did anyway so he wasn't making eye contact.

"Oh, I have a couple boyfriends in high school," she answered. "Both of them took a strange interest in me right off the bat."

"Right, fine. You were right. Now! How about another planet?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Long as it's not a museum," Amy replied. The Doctor checked the coordinates and grimaced.

"Erm...funny you mention museums...What do you think of Van Gogh?"