Rory woke up in his own bed back on the TARDIS. He wasn't entirely sure how he'd gotten there. It didn't trouble him greatly, the not knowing. He did remember snow and cold mud, so however he ended up here, it was a vast improvement.

Turning his head to one side he saw Amy, still in her jeans, jumper and boots and lying on top of the blankets, but cuddled up against his side. He shifted a bit to put an arm around her and she blinked awake. "Hey, you," she said softly, lifting her head so she could see his eyes.

"Hi," he replied.

"How're you feeling?" she asked, rubbing a hand across his chest.

"Much better," he told her, grabbing her hand and kissing her fingertips. "Sorry for blacking out on you back there. I didn't fall on you, did I?"

"No," she said with a smile. "You did scare the hell out of me, but no, you fell on the grass."

"Sorry," he said sincerely. He hated making her worry.

"Well, apparently, your brain was recalibrating, so I'll let it slide this time," she said, stretching up to give him a quick kiss and then snuggling down onto his shoulder. "Just don't go making a habit of it."

They said nothing for a while, simply holding on to one another and enjoying being back where they were supposed to be. Rory couldn't believe he'd almost lost this. "You are the most amazing person ever, you know that?"

"I know," Amy teased.

"No, I really mean it," he said earnestly, looking down into her eyes. "These past few days, I…I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't…I can't even begin to think how you did it."

Amy was quiet for a long moment. "It wasn't easy," she said at last. "I…" She sighed. "I thought that I'd really lost you, and there were times I honestly didn't think I could do it. I cried a lot when you weren't looking," she admitted very quietly.

He closed his eyes as his heart clenched painfully in his chest. He pulled her in closer, resting his head on top of hers and placing a protective hand around the back of her head. "Oh, Amy," he whispered sadly into her hair. "Amy, I am so sorry."

"Don't be," she said thickly. The arm she had wrapped around his chest squeezed him tighter. "I was so scared, but it…it wasn't your fault."

"It still happened though, didn't it?" he said. "Just knowing that I put you through that…"

"You could have put me through a lot worse and I wouldn't have gone anywhere," she declared, pulling out of the embrace and propping herself up on his chest to look him in the eye. Her eyes were watery, though no tears were falling, but her voice was firm. "The universe should have learned by now that there is not a thing it can do to make me stop loving you." She leaned forward and kissed him soundly. "You are so stuck with me," she added with a smile. "Not even forgetting who I am can get you out of it."

Rory smiled at her, his own eyes glistening. "Amazing isn't even the right word for you," he said. "It's nowhere near good enough. I love you so much."

She closed her eyes and smiled. "You know, I think four days is the longest I have ever gone without hearing that," she told him.

He pulled her forward and kissed her again. "Well then," he said, kissing her cheek. "I'd better make up for that, hadn't I?" He kissed her on the ear, then again a bit lower, and again on down her neck.

She returned the kiss, then pushed herself up with a reluctant sigh. "Oh, I will definitely be letting you do that later," she said with a suggestive smile. "But right now it might be best if we mind the company."

She nodded to the other side of the room, and Rory couldn't stop a small start of surprise at seeing the Doctor sprawled out on the sofa. His shoes were off, stripey socks sticking out from under the pastel butterfly quilt, a book lay open on his chest and a plate of half-eaten Jammie Dodgers and an empty cup of tea sat on the floor just underneath his dangling hand. He was fast asleep.

"Has he been there this whole time?" Rory asked.

Amy nodded. "Well, except for a few minutes when he left to tell the Denarans the Demon was gone. He's been asleep for hours, though. D'you know he snores?"

Rory didn't find that terribly surprising. "Why is he sleeping in our room?"

"He was worried about you," Amy said affectionately. "Wanted to be here in case anything went wrong."

Rory shook his head, a fond smile playing on his lips. "We've really been making a habit out of this the past four days. We're going to have to completely retrain him, aren't we?"

"He is over 1,200 years old," Amy said with a laugh. "He really should be able to get it down by now." Kicking off her shoes, she peeled off one sock, balled it up, and chucked it across the room, hitting the Doctor in the face. "Oi! Raggedy man!" she called.

The Doctor started at the sound, flailed rather awkwardly as he came awake and flung the sock to the ground with a look of disgust. "There is no call for dirty laundry, Pond," he told her sternly, picking up his book from where it had fallen to the floor. His eyes landed on Rory, noticing that he was awake. "Rory!" he beamed. "Awake at last! You alright, then?" He crossed the room in two long strides and plopped down on their bed with a bounce.

"I'm fine," Rory said, swatting away the sonic screwdriver the Doctor was buzzing in his face. "What do you mean 'at last'?"

"You've been asleep for nearly eighteen hours," the Doctor said. "You had a lot of memories to sort out, but I didn't think it was going to take that long."

"Eighteen hours?" Rory repeated.

Amy nodded. "But he's all fine now, yeah?" she asked the Doctor.

"Should be," the Doctor said. "I mean, he was fine before, but he's even more fine now. See?" He held up the sonic, which no doubt was meant to be displaying some sort of information, but looked no different than it ever did.

"Yeah," Amy said, and Rory could tell she was just humouring him.

"Is there anything to eat?" Rory asked. Properly awake now—and realizing how long he'd been out—he was suddenly ravenously hungry.

"There's always something to eat," the Doctor said. "Well, except when the pantry gets lost, but that hasn't happened in ages. I'm pretty sure it was there this morning. What do you want?"

"I could eat just about anything at this point. Although, I seem to recall being promised a Jammie Dodger," Rory said.

The Doctor threw his head back and laughed, Amy rolled her eyes, and Rory smiled contentedly, just glad to be home.