Bunk beds. Bunk beds...cool? Did the Doctor ever sleep in one? The next thing she'd know he would be claiming toenails were cool, or rubbish bins. Just what she needed, the Raggedy Doctor wearing a Rubbish bin on his head.

Amy adjusted her position and not without a warranted grumble.

If Rory was awake, he didn't say anything.

She had seen his corpse that day. She had witnessed his hate. Flashes of 'Kill Amy' were forever scarred in her mind. Why did he put himself in such danger to be with her? She felt responsible for him. A wife had too look out for her husband.

"Oi Rory!"

She felt the whole bed jump with him, "What?"

"Why do you love me so much?"

There was an established silence. She wanted to know, for him to confirm so she knew that the talking Asteroid was just a sham that messed with their heads and emotions. She wanted to believe Rory would never want to hurt her.

"Did you fall back asleep?"

"No."

"...Well?"

"Is this a trick question?"

"No!"

"Are you testing me in some way?"

"No! Good grief Rory, I'm only wondering why."

"Well..." he was thought-gathering. That's what he said as a delay premise to a list.

She turned over and peered down in concern. It was too dark in that room to see—traveling through space or maybe parked in the middle of the Coliseum 120 BC with a perception filter or in any other timey-wimey-spacey-wacey way, who knew?

"When we were kids, you were a blast to play pretend with. I thought, it was amazing this girl's imagination is so vast even if she is obsessed with an invisible man."

"But he was real," she reminded him at once.

"Yeaahhhh."

"And that is why you love me?"

"I love you because you are ridiculous."

"That's not romantic or flattering."

"You make me laugh more than anyone in the world."

Amy's previous thoughts melted, she liked that reason.

"You were the only ginger in Leadworth besides Mrs. Spalding."

"And you couldn't marry someone your mother's age so you settled for me?"

"You were the only Scottish girl."

"Ah so you wanted to claim the rarer species in the nearest area?"

"Unique."

"More like Odd."

"True, you are so odd. Odd Pond."

Amy felt a tingle of hurt at his emphasized punch and the mention of the name the kids called her in primary school.

"But I love it."

The tingle vanished.

"I love you," he finished.

"I know."

There was silence again and Amy found herself in the dark, alone even though Rory was right there. Alive. She had been so scared seeing the madness in him. Her heart could break a million times and it wouldn't be enough to compensate the loss of Rory Williams. There were reasons, so many reasons she loved him too and someday she would make a list and give it to him on their anniversary in June—when they were old together.

She jerked in surprise seeing a portion of the ceiling above her slide open and the strange lady in the eye-patch gave her a once over, and closed the space with a haunting satisfied smile. It left Amy blinking in shivers, wondering again of it were real or her imagination. She did not want to be alone.

She slid out of her covers and lowered herself into the bottom bunk, maybe accidentally kicking Rory as she adjusted herself into the incredibly narrow space. He groaned at potential bruises but otherwise pulled her closer and kept her there after planting a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you too, Mister-Stupid-Face-Pond."