Rory paced in front of the Pandorica, it had been two weeks since the Doctor had left and he had started his vigil. Two weeks surrounded by crumbling stone fossils of enemies. Two weeks of nothing but his own company. He had wished he'd gone with the Time Lord when he had the chance but then he remembered Amy, remembered that it was his fault she was in that box and he cried.
A sudden flash in the corner of his eye made Rory turn. He unsheathed his sword as a figure approached him, he had recognised the flash as one from a vortex manipulator, the Doctor used one and so did that woman, what was her name? Doctor Song.
"Who goes there!" he shouted, voice echoing in the emptiness of the chamber. The figure stepped into the light and Rory recognised Doctor Song. She stopped a few feet from him, eyeing the sword nervously, Rory lowered it and she smiled at him. Not one of the smiles he'd seen her give the Doctor but a genuine smile, as if she knew him well.
"Doctor Song?"
"Hello Rory, how are you doing?"
Rory sighed and sheathed his sword again, "Well enough I suppose."
"You've been alone? For how long?" she sounded concerned and Rory chuckled bitterly,
"Two weeks, not that it should matter to you."
"It does matter to me." Her voice was quiet but Rory heard the hurt all the same.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"No, it's alright." She recovered from the brief pain and stepped closer, "I've come to give you some advice Rory."
He looked at her, something in her eyes made him feel instantly at ease and he knew he could trust this mad, impossible woman to the ends of the Earth itself. "What advice?" he asked, wondering what words could ever help in this situation.
"Keep calm and marry Amy Pond," Doctor Song nodded at him and smiled, "just remember that Rory Williams. Everything will work itself out in the end." And then she was gone, just as quickly as she had appeared. Rory walked back to the Pandorica and placed a hand on one of its sides,
"I love you Amy." He whispered, before sitting down and resuming his long wait.