Rory hated the Doctor and quite frankly the man couldn't blame him. Amy was angry too but less so, when it came down it he had saved her. If she'd known what the older Amy had gone through she would've been as mad at the Doctor as her husband currently was. Maybe even more so. He flinched at the mere thought of Amy in a rage, he feared what it would be like if that fury was aimed at him.

He tried to make it up to them by bringing the couple to breath taking planets, many of devastating beauty. Rory seemed to enjoy himself with Amy but ignored the Doctor. The Timelord was starting to give up. It was clear that Rory was not in a forgiving mood. It was during this painful week that the Doctor decided not to sleep, fearing the horde of oncoming guilty nightmares. He meditated instead, rather badly. The Doctor wasn't too keen on sitting still but the tiredness helped.

Amy found him like this one morning, in a half awake half asleep trance.

"Doctor?"

No reply. She clapped her hands in front of his face. Still no reaction. Amy decided to take advantage of the moment and attempted to remove his bow tie. That got his attention.

"Hands off Pond!" the Doctor exclaimed making Amy jump. "How many times must I say it? Bow ties are cool."

She snorted. He stood and started to dance around the console twisting and turning levers in ways she'd never thought possible. Finally he came full circle and faced Amy. She frowned.

"Doctor you look terrible!"

"How do you mean? It's the hair isn't it? I've always wanted to be ginger." he babbled.

"You look ill." Amy interrupted.

It was true. The Timelord was as pale as the ghosts he often fought off and this only enhanced the shadows under his eyes.

"I feel fine." He lied. "Now where do you want to go for breakfast?"

"I don't know. Let me ask Rory."

"I was thinking perhaps the Ig and son café on Rexacalicorpfalabatorius? Or maybe –"

The Doctor began listing places but accidentally interrupted himself with a coughing fit. Rory came to see who was making the racket. Amy stared at him in alarm.

"Doctor you're not fine." Amy announced firmly.

"Of course I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be fine?" he denied before muttering to himself "Timelords shouldn't get sick." He turned to face the console. "Rory where do you want to go for breakfast?"

Rory didn't respond. The Doctor was not very surprised.

"Rory where do you want to go for breakfast?" asked Amy a bit more insistently.

"Let's try that restaurant on Ronalopius again, that place had some good food." he decided.

"Ronalopius it is!" said the Doctor pressing several buttons at once.

The TARDIS swung into action but before it could lurch properly the Doctor pulled the blue stabilisers that he had once nicknamed "boringers".

"What did you do that for?" asked Rory, shocked at the sudden stability of the vehicle.

The Doctor smiled, they were on speaking terms at long last.

"I thought you'd be sick and tired of turbulence by now."

"Doctor what is up with you?" said Amy sharing an astonished look with her husband.

"Nothing. I just wanted to have a nice sit down without being thrown to the floor."

Amy gaped at him.

"What?"

"Ah we're here!"

The Doctor sprung to his feet and hurled the doors open beckoning to the confused pair. They walked out.

The Doctor lead the way to their breakfast of the morning whilst Rory and Amy trailed behind him. They arrived and the Doctor went to talk to an alien.

"What's wrong with him?" Amy wondered quietly.

"A lot of things." Rory muttered.

She slapped his arm.

"You could at least try to be nice."

"Not after what he did to you."

"He had no choice!" Amy snapped.

"So he gave it to me."

Amy sighed. She knew this conversation was going nowhere. Rory seemed to recognise this too.

"Let's just enjoy breakfast." he compromised.

"Fine."

At this point the Doctor returned to them.

"Okay we could get in but there's been a slight change of plan. In order to eat here we have to stay for a few days."

"What? In the restaurant?" Amy complained.

"No don't be silly! On the planet."

"Can't you use your psychic paper?" said Rory.

"I tried but they said that even kings have to book in advance." he explained. "Fortunately I was able to sonic the sprinklers and in the distraction nicked some food."

The doctor produced two plates chock full of green spaghetti and a strange blue slush. Amy eyed the plate cautiously but her stomach rumbled, so she took the bizarrely coloured alien food. She sipped the slush.

"Mm! That's quite good." she announced licking her lips. "You've got to try this Rory!"

Amy then proceeded to slurp up the rest of its contents. The Doctor laughed at how noisily she was eating and handed a nervous looking Rory his plate.

"Eat up - you're the one who wanted to come here in the first place."

He sipped the blue liquid and gave Amy a thumbs up, grinning.

"I told you you'd like it!"

Rory couldn't help but laugh at the blue moustache the delicious slush had given her. She rolled her eyes, not understanding the joke.

"Doctor aren't you going to eat anything?" she asked noticing his empty hands.

He too started to chuckle.

"Sorry but I just can't take you seriously with that –" he gestured at her mouth.

Initially she looked puzzled but then understood and wiped it with the back of her hand.

"Answer please?"

"I wasn't feeling hungry." He replied sounding a bit more solemn.

She tilted her head and frowned at him.

"You'd tell us if something was wrong, right?"

But the Doctor had already turned away ignoring her question.

"Whilst we're here we might as well explore!" And with that he set off into the blue forest by their side. Amy and Rory exchanged glances, and then followed him still guzzling down their food. Despite the fact that the Doctor was so far ahead he was nearly out of sight the occasional coughing fit allowed them to catch up. "did you know that blue slush you're eating is sap taken from these trees?" he yelled back to them in a rather hoarse voice.

Amy and Rory looked at each other and then at their empty plates.

"No." they chorused.

The Doctor turned to face their distant figures.

"What's that? I can't hear you!" he shouted.

Then he tripped over a vine and his foot snagged on a noose. He soon found himself in the air, upside-down hanging by his foot. This did nothing to help his already slightly disorientated state.

"Doctor!" Amy yelled.

She and Rory ran over to him.

"We're going to get you down." reassured Rory.

"Yes, that would be nice." replied the Doctor giving him a look.