Once again, she found herself searching for Roranicus. She eventually found him (looking everywhere but their room- who knew?) He supported her wholly, even though neither bothered to wonder- if Rory still hasn't done the deed, then whose is it? They went immediately to the medical bay, but unluckily almost had a head-to-head collision with the one and only Doctor. "Oh hello, Ponds! So fantastic to see you! Oh, and by the way, Amy, Rory, Amelia here is carrying my child! So what about the Pilgrims landing in America? You go finish whatever you were up to, and I'll go find my red bow tie. We'll land in, let's say, 15 minutes?" he said in a rush. They blinked. He glanced nervously from one another, despising the terrible silence. Amy didn't look surprised, but boy, did she look pissed. Rory looked utterly dumbfounded, but soon the shock turned to rage. He spun on the spot to face Amy, his face redder than a fire truck. Amy gulped. "Rory?" Amy whimpered. "Amy.. WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON." He bellowed, saying it more as a statement then a question. Amy no longer looked like she owned the place, but rather like she had her favorite toy taken away. "I.." Amy was at a loss for words. The Doctor had always wished to think that truthfully, but right now, the situation couldn't get any worse. He just had to keep his trap shut. "Don't worry, Rory, we only had intercourse, what, 19 times? No need to worry about her cheating on you!" Annd there goes the word vomit. He really needed to swallow the terrible speaking bile called him talking. Amy wanted to giggle at his wording (intercourse? Grandpa much?) but now was definitely not the time. Rory was livid. As if things couldn't get any worse, the Doctor was describing the several occasions on which they got Rory drunk, waited until he passed out, and used him as a prop during sex. When he finished, he realized what he just did, and looked a little sheepish. Rory looked at Amy, then at the Doctor, then at Amy again, and walked away. Amy let him.