As Amy told the Doctor and River about the other aspects of their new life after the TARDIS Rory could tell that she was tired . Her head rested on his shoulder as if she found it far too heavy to hold up on her own , her usually pristine make-up was smudged around her eyes where she had rubbed them continually in a failed attempt to keep them open . She kept losing the thread of what she said – missing out large and important parts of some stories or repeating details of others and as she spoke her voice became quieter and quieter until she was barely audible. It was unsurprising that Amy was so exhausted ; they had talked so long into the night that the pale light that signalled dawn was beginning to show over in the east. Cutting across his wife's almost incomprehensible stories Rory suggested hesitantly that they should call it a night. The Doctor and River nodded understandingly and started to say goodbye but Amy stopped them "stay" she begged "Please , you can't just drop down out of the sky for one evening and leave ! Please , I can't let you go , not yet !" The doctor looked a little uncomfortable but River answered for him "we'd love to !" she said with barely time to think but she sounded so sure that even the Doctor wouldn't have dared to overrule her this time.
So Rory led them all inside and showed them the way to the guest room , sorting out bedding and coat hangers for some clothes that the Doctor had fetched from the TARDIS. By the time Rory got to bed Amy was already fast asleep , her eyes tightly closed and her breathing steady , although she lay still Rory could tell she was dreaming as her mouth twitched upwards into a smile . "Well ," thought Rory "as long as she's happy , so am I" and he got into bed . Lightly kissing his wife goodnight before he too fell asleep.
When Amy awoke the next morning Rory was already up and his half of the bed lay crumpled , the covers thrown back as he had left them as he got out of bed . Amy however preferred to take her time getting up and usually wouldn't have even considered setting foot out of bed for at least another half hour when she suddenly remembered that they had guests – and special ones at that .
She leapt out of bed and pulled on her jeans and favourite red checked shirt as quickly as she could she ran downstairs in the same way she had as a small child on Christmas morning . In some ways she knew exactly why she was hurrying but she didn't want to think about the possibility that she could have missed them . She half expected to hear the TARDIS de-materialise as she reached the bottom step but as she wheeled round the doorway into the kitchen she heard Rory say something and heard River laugh in response , he heart soared as she hurried through the kitchen into the dining room and joined the group who were sitting round in her carefully decorated dining room. They were just about to start breakfast when Amy entered. The Doctor was busily spreading jam on his toast – an unusually standard food combination for him River was pouring milk into her coffee and Rory had just risen form his seat when he saw Amy and walked towards her "There you are !" he said wrapping his arms round her waist and kissing her on the lips "I was just about to come and get you."
"Morning Pond" the Doctor mumbled through a mouthful of toast. River rolled her eyes towards Amy and gave him a sideways glance of both great affection and slight disgust at his manners. Amy sat down next to Rory looking around her at what felt like the best friends anyone could have around her. She happily reached for the tea pot and poured herself a mug of tea and then sat back in her chair happy to let the conversation wash over her, nodding every so often just so they knew she was listening but in reality she was only half paying attention to their words she still couldn't shake of the feeling of incoming sorrow that she knew was inevitable – they would have to leave sometime: and it killed her.