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The Doctor turned around from staring out at the landscape. "Taking pictures, Pond? What is worth taking a picture of in this wilderness?"
"Uhh, nothing," said Amy cheerfully, both hands firmly placed behind her back.
She was either acting like a naughty child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, or she was hiding something. The Doctor couldn't decide which, but he was a patient man. Sort of. He glanced at Rory, who was looking curiously at his wife's back. She was definitely hiding something then. The Doctor pretended not to notice. He would catch her soon enough.
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The Doctor looked at his sonic screwdriver.
"Pond! What is this?" he demanded. "It looks like ... yarn?"
Amy flushed and held out the object. The Doctor blinked. He looked at his TARDIS, then back at the object. The perfect replica of his TARDIS, made out of yarn.
"Where...did you get this?" he finally asked.
"From Fred the Fish," she looked defiantly at the Doctor. "You were standing right next to me when he showed it to me. He found it in Canada."
The Doctor searched his memory for the encounter Amy spoke of. He was standing next to her, Fred the Fish was handing her something, but his attention was on the box-like cube thingy in the cabinet behind his head.
He smiled. He scanned the miniature TARDIS for any bugs or unforeseen problems. Nothing showed up.
"Well, now you have your very own itty-bitty wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey yarny-warney ... where was I going with this?" The Doctor paused. "You have something to remember the old girl by when you go." He stroked his own TARDIS affectionately. "You're much sexier," he whispered to the TARDIS.