The Doctor had left. He was there now by himself. Well, not exactly by himself. Behind him inside of a giant cube called The Pandorica sat his wife-to-be. He just had to wait for her. She would be safer this way, he was sure. He was plastic, though how still confused him. He never did fully understand everything going on around him.
But one thing he was sure of. She would be safer with him protecting her. All he had to do was wait and watch out for her and she would be fine. As soon as she was out they would get married and everything would be as it should be. It would be he, Rory Williams, and his Amy Pond. Well, really it would be Amy Pond and her Rory Williams. But that's semantics.
One day Rory Williams and Amy Pond would finally be married. All he had to do was wait. What's 2000 years in the name of love?