"Are we ever going to do something normal?"

Amy turned to glare at her fiancé. "What are you talking about?" As if she didn't know. He had been going on about this since they had woken up.

"You know. A nice, normal, relaxing vacation."

"Mmm. Yes, a normal vacation back in time in a trans-dimensional phone box with a bowtie-wearing alien. We never have that do we?"

"Amy…"

"Rory."

He sighed. "Ok, so, 'normal' isn't exactly the word. But…our last date didn't go as well as we had hoped, you know."

"You didn't have fun saving Venice from big space-fish?"

"Well-"

"You did have fun! I knew it."

"Amy! It was…weird and different and exciting but…it was dangerous. Life-threateningly dangerous. I don't was to do that every day."

"I doubt that Venice will be in trouble every day."

"Not the point."

"Then what is the point?"

"I want to do something. Something with you. Something romantic. No alien invasions or freezing stars or deadly dangers. Just us."

"Rio!"

They both turned to see the Doctor in their doorway.

"What?"

"Rio. It should be nice this time of year, well, anytime really, we have a time machine. But! It's romantic, and as far as I know, no aliens invading."

"As far as you know?"

"Well I'll skip the one in 1830 if you like."

Rory grinned. "Sounds perfect."

Amy smiled as well. "I'll get dressed for Rio then!"

As Amy left for her own room, Rory turned to the Doctor. "Rio?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"It doesn't sound very exciting for you."

"Probably not."

"So why are you doing it?"

"Because you and Amy are living on the TARDIS now, and you deserve it. I don't force people to go on mad adventures all the time. Besides, it just means that you'll owe me a museum trip later."

Fifteen minutes later, the stepped out to a cold, gray, cemetery. Not Rio in the slightest.

"No museum for you."

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Ohhhh…Rory, I'm gonna miss you.