A young man was walking up the path of the Leadworth B&B, he was looking for a place to stay for a year of his medical training at college, and since Leadworth happened to be the closest place to his college he thought it'd be a good idea to look there first. He'd found the place through a friend of a friend, or cousin, he couldn't quite remember. The place looked fairly nice, and the rates were cheap for students. Apparently a few other college students stayed there as well. This same young man had come here as a child, but wasn't able to remember it so clearly. The house had seemed so much bigger and scarier when he was younger that he was sure it wasn't the same place. This young man's name was Rory Williams.

Rory Williams, all grown up with nice blonde hair that he pushed back and a nose that was still too big for his face, even though his mom promised he'd grow into it. It had been twelve years since he was in Leadworth, his family had only stopped in briefly on their way to the city. He was twenty-two now, all grown up and independent. Sort of.

"Hi mum." He said into the phone, looking up at the building. "Yeah, I made it." he looked around at the front lawn, which was rather large and seemed nice sort lounging around on. "Mhm, okay." he wasn't really listening to her anymore. He sort of just wanted to get inside and put his large bags down. "Yeah, okay mum, I will. Love you too." he hung up.

Inside of the B&B was much nicer than the outside. There was a front desk next to the stairs, with a small bell on it that he rang a few times. To his left was a kitchen area with many tables, and to the right were chairs and couches and a small fireplace that made the whole thing seem comfortable. He tapped the bell again.

"Hold on! Hold on!" a scottish accent called from up the stairs. "I'll be there in a second." Rory put down his things, leaning them against the counter and looked up the stairs, waiting for someone to appear. The first thing the young man saw at the top of the stairs were legs, very nice legs actually. They were long and led up to a body, and on either side of that body were arms, holding onto a box that looked way to big for those arms and legs to be carrying. Rory, being such a courageous and manly man (except not really), said, "Here, let me help you." he rushed up to stairs.

"No, it's okay really." the scottish accented woman said, but he already had a hold of the box.

"Come on, just let me help." he replied, trying to pull the box a little since she'd stopped moving.

"No. Stop. It's going to fall."

"It's not going to fall, I-" the box fell, along with the girl who seemed to lose her footing on the carpeted stairs as well. A bunch of random things fell out of the top of the box as it rolled down the stairs, and he sighed a little "I am so-" he was cut off again by the cry of the scottish girl. When Rory turned to look, the girls hand was bleeding. It seemed that she'd threw it down to catch herself and cut herself on a loose nail head on the steps.

"Dammit." she muttered, holding up the dark red scrap.

"So sorry." Rory continued, reaching back into his pocket and pulling out a bandage. "Here." he felt utterly awful at what he'd done. He opened up the bandage and put it on her hand for her. He met her eyes then, large green ones that were complimented by a full head of long red hair. Her skin was pale and looked soft, he sort of wanted to touch it but held himself back. The girl frowned.

"You keep bandaids in your back pocket?" she asked, although it wasn't much of a question, more of an inquiry. She stood herself up. "But, thanks."

"I'm really sorry about this." Rory turned to walk down the stairs, trying to help her pick things up to put in the box.

"It happens." she replied, kneeling down to throw the old toys and trinkets into the box. They'd sat up in the attic for probably ten years. "I guess you're here for a room, aren't you?" she asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes. I'm going to college to be a doctor-"

"Don't worry about that." she interrupted, pointing to the things all over the floor. She stood up. "I'll get Jeff to clean it up. What's your name? I'll get you a room." She stood up, starting to the front desk.

"Rory." he said. "Willams." he added, just in case. The girl stopped for a second, looking back at him with a little frown. "What?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Nothing, I just thought I recognized the name." She took out a key, getting his I.D. to write it down in the books. "Here, the room's just up and to the left." she handed him a key.

"And, uh, what's your name?" he asked.

"Amy." she replied, shutting the book and walking back around the counter. He almost thought he recognized her as well, it was probably the accent. "If you'd excuse me, I've got to take these out to the shed." she picked up a stuffed rabbit that Rory immediately recognized. It had been left at the B&B all those years ago, and he cried and cried because he missed sleeping with it when he was little. Amy threw it into the box along with a few other things, looking back a Rory. She gave him a little look before continuing out the front door and towards the back shed.

Rory picked up his bags from the counter. He could of sworn that the girl who used to live here with her parents was name Amelia, not Amy. Maybe they weren't the same person as he thought. He tried to shrug it off, but couldn't quite do it as he started up to the room. The key had a large 3 on it, so he turned left at the top of the stairs to find room three.

"Whoa, hey dude." someone said, appearing in front of him. He looked up quickly with wide eyes to find a tall, built man standing in front of him. Rory quickly stepped around him.

"Sorry, I wasn't- I didn't see you-"

The man chuckled a little. "It's alright, man." he pat Rory on the back kind of roughly and continued walking forward. Phew, Rory had a big stupid mouth that liked to run on him sometimes, that could of easily turned bad.