"What's going on?" Rory yelled from the other room, unable to stay away any longer. He could sense they were in trouble. He came out and shot the Dalek that has suddenly come to life, demobilizing him. Then he saw her running towards him, for the first time in centuries.

Amy paused at the sight of him. He called to her and she replied, "Rory." To his relief, she remembered him. Then he worried she'd remembered what he was, a robot copy of a man she loved. That nearly killed her, no less. But she had to know his thoughts were human, his thoughts were always on her. He was Rory trapped in a shell of himself. What if she was afraid of him now?

He was wrong in assuming she feared him. She ran to him quickly and jumped into a hug. He ran his fingers through her hair and buried his face in her neck, breathing her in. The familiar scent of her that he'd waited so long for. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. It just happened." Rory attempted to explain.

"Oh, shut up." Amy pounced into a passionate lip lock like nothing he'd felt in ages. It seemed to last forever as everything around him melted away. They were stopped by the sound of the Dalek rebooting. They made a run for it. The Doctor started setting the plan into motion by sending his information back to Rory in the past. It was so strange to see something that happened 2,000 years ago happening from another vantage point in the present.

They still needed to figure out how to keep the universe from collapsing. Little Amelia had suddenly disappeared, eaten up by the dissolving universe. "Then how am I still here?" Adult Amy asked.

"We're all an anomaly." The Doctor explained. "We're just hanging on at the eye of the storm and if you don't do something fast, reality will never have happened."

Everything became a blur or daleks running down marble corridors and bright flashes of light bursting out from the Pandorica. It was taking it all in and giving it back out into the universe. The Pandorica was rebooting everything to the way it was. Then Rory found himself in complete darkness. He was nowhere, he was dead again.

Rory jumped out of bed and slapped the alarm going off on the dresser beside him. He ran down the stairs in a half asleep daze and made a beeline towards the kitchen. The coffee was already brewed.

"Thanks, Dad." Rory yelled.

"Glad you finally decided to wake up." Brian yelled back from the livingroom. He walked into the kitchen with his already half empty mug of coffee. "I was worried you'd be late to your own wedding." He chuckled and took a seat at the kitchen table.

Rory smiled sleepily. "I had the weirdest dream about that." He sat down across from his father. "We were surrounded by dinosaur bones and ancient artifacts, like time was piling up around us and imploding. Amy came running down the aisle to me in tears like we hadn't seen each other in thousands of years."

"Thousands of years late to your own wedding, huh?" Brian laughed. "How was the stag party? Or do I not want to know?"

"I can't remember a lot of it actually." Rory was a little surprised by the gaping holes in his memory.

"It was that good, huh?" Brian stood up to get some bread out of the cupboard. "Go make yourself presentable. I'll have eggs and toast ready in a minute."

Rory stood up and took his last swig of coffee. Brian rolled his eyes as he watched Rory quickly rinse out his mug and run back upstairs.

"Thanks, dad!" Rory yelled from upstairs followed by a door slamming shut. His suit was pressed and ready to go. He quickly got dressed and brushed his teeth. With his toothbrush still in his mouth, he answered his mobile. "Hello!" He yelled excitedly. It was his bride-to-be on the other line.

"Do you feel like you've forgotten something really important?" Amy whispered on the other line. "Like there's this great big thing in your head and you feel like you should remember it but you can't."

Rory wasn't sure how to respond. He tried to think back to last night's stag but no memories of it came to mind, only vague recollections of having been there. He wondered if this was some sort of trap, if he'd some something stupid that he didn't remember and Amy was attempting to get some sort of confession out of him. "Uh, yup?" Was all he could manage to say. Luckily, his useless answers to her cryptic questions didn't seem to bother her much. It was hard to tell with Amy when it was going to be a good day or a bad day. She was always a bit of an enigma to him. But he loved her for it.

He phoned his friends to ask if they remembered anything about the night before. All seemed to say the same thing, it was a typical stag party and everything went as it should. With the exception of acting a bit silly, Rory hadn't done anything out of the ordinary. As far as they knew anyway.

The wedding went off without a hitch until it came time for toasts. Amelia suddenly fell into one of her strange moods. Rory feared the worst, that she'd suddenly changed her mind about him. He hated not knowing what to do for her. She rose suddenly as she became to tell the guests her childhood stories of her imaginary friend.

Crazy as it all sounded, it started to make sense. A gust of wind blew in and the old but new blue box reappeared in front of them. Like a bolt of lightning to the brain, 2,000 years worth of memories struck Rory in the head. "I was plastic, he was the stripper at my stag." He whispered. He wasn't sure how to deal with his new memories. There was three versions of his life now. One where Amy was an orphan, one where he grew up always knowing Amy's family, and another where he was a soldier in ancient Rome who traveled through all of time waiting for Amy.

He found a way to tuck those extra memories away. If he thought about it too much he'd surely go mad. Now with The Doctor crashing their reception, he had other things to worry about. Like making sure his wife kissed the right time traveller this time.