Set between Vampires in Venice (S5EP06) and Amy's Choice (S5EP07).

'And that, ladies and gentlemen, was Venice. Where do you want to go next? The whole of space and time – pick a destination Amy Pond.'

'Somewhere exciting.'

'Pond, I always take you somewhere exciting.'

Rory glared across the console at the pair, their faces tantalisingly close as they peered at the screen. Amy points at something on the screen.

'How about Kembel?'

'Now that's far too dangerous for you.'

'I think you'll find I handle danger quite well, Doctor.'

Danger.

The word echoed in his head. It's a funny thing when your own words come back to haunt you. It was only yesterday but it felt a lifetime ago. Rory remembered the darkness pressing against his eyeballs in the cool night air of Venice. In a dimly lit courtyard, he remembered the rage. The fire in his blood.

There's a man in front of him. At least, it looks like a man. The one who had stole his fiancé the night before their wedding. Such a dangerous man – he left such devastation in his wake without any guilt or acknowledgement. His Amy, his beautiful Amy, had blindly followed this man towards oblivion. Risking her life like it was fun. But there was more to it than that – Rory had seen this sort-of behaviour before.

He was eight and new in town. His parents had decided to leave London and move somewhere quieter. He was a shy boy and hadn't made many friends at his old school. His new school didn't seem promising. But one girl was different. She had the brightest eyes and a mane of flame-coloured hair and she whisked him away into her world of make-believe with stories of a 'Raggedy Doctor'. Every time she mentioned him, her eyes would get brighter and her voice would become thick with affection. And Rory Williams would do anything for Amy Pond to say his name with the same loving caress.

So he did stupid things, getting himself covered in scratches and bruises and working his way through a box of plasters a week. He was drunk off Amy Pond. She noticed his efforts and laughed, kissing his knee better and applying one or two plasters herself. So when he saw his fiancée doing the same, he recognised it instantly. But these weren't childish antics for attention. She threw herself in harm's way and danced with death a dozen times. The Doctor made Amy Pond so reckless – so dangerous to herself.

And on that cool, dark night in Venice, Rory Williams found himself venting his frustration:

'You know what it's dangerous about you? It's not that you make people take risks, it's that you make them want to impress you. You make it so they don't want to let you down. You have no idea how dangerous you make people to themselves when you're around.'

Every word was heavy with suppressed rage. It was partly anger at him – he had been a victim, seduced by the need to be noticed. And now as his fiancée had once more risked her life for the Doctor, he had exploded. Amy should not be a slave to the Doctor. His life was too mad, too terrifying and too deadly for his beloved.

His words had no effect. He watched Amy throw herself in the firing line, looking death in the face and constantly avoiding an early grave. The Doctor gave her no recognition or consideration – such a life was too normal for him. The Doctor was such a dangerous man, forever travelling onwards as the world behind him burned to the ground. Amy had thrown herself into the fire and Rory understood more than most people why.

It was simply what the Doctor does.