Seven

The blank stare isn't an affectation. Rory isn't going to argue with the people who have suddenly decided that he's not a nazi spy just because their reasoning seems inexplicable. So he just sits there, waiting. Waiting's easy, he's had lots of practice. Eventually they process him out or whatever it is they do and he's shown the door and given a few surreptitious but heartfelt handshakes. It's all very bizarre, but he's used to bizarre, and so he doesn't question it until he gets home. "Well, I couldn't exactly let them drag you off for the duration." Amy says, her face buried in his neck. "And he owed me."

TBC