A bow tie.
A tweed jacket.
Those elbow patches for 'extra protection', as he'd told Amy when she complained that it was 'a crime of fashion.'
He was new, now, but alone.
No more Amy to complain to about there being no ducks in the duck pond, no more Rory to be in invisible competition with over that flamed haired beauty, because his little Amelia Pond was off doing very human things with a not-so-human man. So what should he do now? Visit another planet? Meet another person? Explore a new galaxy?
Choices, choices.
Which decision to take.
"Oh!" He groaned, slapping his forehead rather violently, feeling the burn from the sting a few seconds later. "Ow." But no! That couldn't happen. Sealed away. It was official. It'd be a crime to see her. Wrong. But oh how he wanted to, to see that blonde girl that had his hearts in her possession, because no matter how many advances Amy made on him, he couldn't forget her face, her broad cheek bones, blonde hair flowing in the breeze, that big grin that she wore wherever she went, only to replaced by a stern frown, maybe from fear or disappointment, that she wore when faced with danger.
"Stupid duck ponds without and ducks, stupid big nosed Rory with his perfect girl" he mumbled, groaning about anything he could find. His mind would occasionally wander, though...
"I wonder what Amy would look like blonde..."