"Blimey!" shouted the Doctor as he picked himself off the glass TARDIS floor, "that was a rough one! Especially for an Earth trip, they're usually easy for her…" he said stroking the console lovingly as he looked at the scanner.
"Well, certainly looks like Earth…" he said half to himself, half to Amy who was just running a hand through her hair after having been shook to the floor. "Oh, c'mon! You're boring when you want to check what's going on! What's happening to you? When we first met it was all about running out and dealing with the consequences as you met them, let's get some excitement!" she said grabbing his hand and running to the doors before pulling them open.
"Hm, well, this looks… London." "That would be because it is London…" the Doctor said, Amy thought he seemed somewhat saddened by the thought of being here, although she had no idea why and decided to just ignore her feeling.
"Ooh!" she said in excitement as her eyes were drawn to a chip shop, "fish and chips! I've not had that in a veeeery long time." She glanced at the Doctor's face, but his eyes were glazed over.
"I bet we can find some custard," she elbowed him playfully, managing to get a small smile.
Realising that it was unlikely for her to get an answer anytime soon, she stepped out of the TARDIS and walked across the street, predicting that the Doctor would follow. However a few seconds later she heard the doors close.
She sighed to herself, maybe she could get him some food to cheer him up.
She walked into the café and the familiar smell of grease and chip pan fat greeted her, it wasn't a bad smell, it was a nice smell, a smell that still reminded her of her old home; she counted the TARDIS as home now, she was never going back to Leadworth, for there was nothing worth going back for.
She ordered some chips, fish fingers, and a pot of custard for which she got an odd look, but wasn't questioned.
The café was empty except for herself, two other people at a table, and one other man in the queue behind her, so she could hear the couples conversation, just as she was waiting she heard the woman say "it's sad but, whenever I see a police box even now, I can't help but hope… but it's never him. I just can't come to terms with the fact that it never will be."
'Police box?' Amy thought. It was probably a perfectly ordinary topic of conversation for anyone else to hear, maybe a bit odd, but not anything that would make you stop and think. But Amy had known what had just been described, ever since she had first met him when she was seven years old, every time she had seen a Police Box she had hoped it would be him, and every time she had opened the doors to a rusty old phone she had been just a little more disappointed than the last.
'Accidentally' dropping a pen she found in her pocket on the ground just slightly behind her, she spun round and looked at the two people, from a quick glance she could see that the woman who had spoken had shoulder length blond and was wearing long jeans that were neither tight nor baggy with a grey hoody, even by just a quick look, she could see she was extremely pretty and the man across from her certainly thought so too; he wasn't wearing anything very remarkable either, just a pair of light blue skinny jeans, and what must have been some kind of a band top with some white high top converse, 'he's not at all bad to look at either' thought Amy, wondering if she could somehow fit herself into their conversation; old habits die hard.
As she picked up her pen and spun back round, she realised that the girl looked familiar somehow, although she couldn't think why.
Just then the door opened and she looked round to see the new arrival to the café, it was him as she expected, and he had a falsely happy aura about him, wearing what looked like a very genuine smile, although his eyes still held the emotion she had seen in them back in the TARDIS.
"Amy! What's taking you so long?" "You can't just grab the food and run off you know, they do have to cook it first… if they really do cook it, everyone's always saying they just put it in the microwave to warm up…"
"Ooh, that's a thought. I wonder what frozen fish fingers would taste like with custard… I'll try it later."
"Okay, that really is disgusting," Amy said wincing at the thought.
A second later, the same man as before came back with the food, "here's your order, thank you…" he said miserably as though he said it countless times a day, which Amy imagined was probably the case.
She sighed, "it must be a miserable job, I mean, as low paid as all my jobs have been, at least it was a laugh."
They walked over to the table and sat down, the Doctor's back to the couple who had interested Amy earlier, a scheme Amy had done on purpose so she could watch the couple.
She sighed, "I should probably call Rory" she said as she brought out her phone, "damn… no signal… could you?"
The Doctor brought the sonic screwdriver out of his pocket and after a quick glance round the room, sonicked her phone under the table, the noise from the radio covering the sound, "there you are," he said smiling to himself, knowing he was probably about to receive a text himself, as she hardly ever phoned Rory anymore, he had said he wanted to forget her, and that was what she was trying to let him do.
*Beep Beep* *Beep Beep* 'Man, she's a fast texter' the Doctor thought to himself shocked. 'Theres a woman bhind u, sed sumthin bout phone boxes earlier, n always opening the door bt it never being him… Jst thought u shud no bout it.'
Amy supposedly finished texting after the Doctor had read the text, and put her phone away with a small sigh.
The Doctor, having had a lot of practice at doing things without wanting to be realised, and so reached his arms in the air and turned his head around as though he was stretching.
Once he saw the girl, he became stone still, and a smile bigger than Amy thought the world could master appeared across his face, a look of fierce joy in his eyes.