Note: Hello! Here's a chapty solely focusing on Amy and Rory, since I feel like they haven't got enough appearance in the fic.

So without further ado, here's Chapter 29...


Anyone would agree it was strange being the only ones to climb on board the National Rail train without any luggage. It couldn't be helped if they were swept away through a teleport by an alien race. The customs guard eyed Amy and Rory suspiciously.

"You're telling me you came to London from Leadworth without any luggage?" The guard questioned. "Not even a bag?" Amy and Rory exchanged glances.

"No." Amy stated indifferently. The guard sighed and let the couple walk through the gates.

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Rory whispered. "We're going home whilst The Doctor and everyone else is facing all that danger."

"Rory, what can we do?" Amy exclaimed in annoyance. "They're all alien and we're just humans. They can look after themselves." Finally, she let out her true feelings on their whole day. It worried Rory because he doubted this was something she'll never forget.

~DW~

Rory thanked the waitress for the tea. They were in their designated cabins as light snacks were placed on their table. Amy proceeded with a book she decided to buy for the four and a half hour train journey. The waitress noticed this and couldn't help but burst out.

"I'm sorry, are you by any chance reading 'Harry Potter'?" Amy looked up from her book and grinned.

"Yeah," she laughed. "'The Deathly Hallows'" She added.

"Oh, that's my favourite novel in the series! I've read it ten times." She grinned.

"Ten times?!" Amy gasped. "You've probably memorised the book!" Both girls laughed at that remark.

"Oh, how rude! My name's Alex."

"I'm Amy," she replied. Rory smiled as the two women conversed.

"No..." Alex gasped. "I would love to see Neville and Luna together. They would make an adorable couple."

"Ron and Hermione have always been my true pair," Amy stated. "Even since the beginning."

"..."

~DW~

It felt more of a relief to see Amy back to her normal self. Rory gazed out the window as English countryside scenery zoomed past. He felt a little wary, wondering if they were being followed following the events with The Doctor. Suddenly, Alex's pager rung and she peered into it. She gave a look of disappointment.

"My boss wants me to serve him some tea, I'll see if I can come back soon." She winked. Amy raised a finger.

"Can I have some water when you come back, please?"

Alex grinned, "Yeah sure!"

She closed their door and turned around to have a knife pointed at her. Before Alex could scream, a hand grabbed her mouth, muffling her screams. Two blue uniformed men sauntered in front of her and smirked. One of them looked at the other.

The man smiled at the waitress. "She could be useful."

~DW~

They were in the kitchen. The men watched Alex make Amy and Rory's tea. Specifically, they made sure they'd watch her pour a white powder they gave her into their drinks. She cried.

"You sick people." Alex hissed. "This is why this world is in a turmoil - it's filled with hypocrites like you." The nose of a gun was jabbed at her lower back and he whimpered.

"Just continue pouring the poison in their drinks." A man said slowly. He looked at his watch impatiently. "One and a half hours to go," he muttered. Alex took this golden opportunity to jot down something on the bill.

"What the hell are you doing?!" The man growled as he spotted Alex. He snatched the paper from her and read it.

"It's the bill, you moron." He hissed. "Every order gets them." She folded the paper and placed it under Amy's cup of tea. That's right... Amy ordered water, so hopefully she'll know something is up. As for Rory, he ordered tea, but Alex made him coffee instead. If there's one thing a British can do, it was to detect whether something was tea or not, just by looking at it. Frankly, these men didn't notice anything and she silently mocked their stupidity.

"I'm done," she sneered at the men, carrying the tray of drinks. They glared at her stubborn expression and nudged her forward through the hallway. They approached Amy and Rory's cabin and waited for Alex to do her thing. She knocked their door and heard the faint "come in". She looked at the men and they pointed their heads at the door, already annoyed and filled with impatience. They waited and a minute or two until Alex came out again.

~DW~

"That's strange, Rory. I didn't order tea..." Amy mumbled.

"I didn't order a coffee..." He said in disgust. "Did she get her orders wrong?" Amy noticed a piece of paper under her cup and plucked the curiosity to read it. "What's that?" He asked, "Oh, don't tell me that's the bill..." Amy, however, frowned.

"It is the bill... Is it?" Rory frowned and took the paper from her. The prices were on there, but there were random symbols jotted along the side. "Are they Roman Numerals?" Amy took the paper from him again and scanned the paper.

"They are!" She exclaimed.

"What are they doing on there?"

"Rory, did you notice something strange about Alex?" Amy asked, oblivious to Rory's question. He raised a brow.

"She looked a little worried." Rory admitted.

"Her eyes showed fear." Amy murmured. "I think she's trying to tell us something..." She pointed at the paper.

"What, the Roman Numerals could mean anything." Rory pointed out. "It might not even be for us."

"Rory, don't be silly. They never write Roman Numerals on a bill." She studied the paper for a moment. The Roman Numerals read 'CDX', then 'XX' and finally 'CDLX'. Rory stretched out his hand.

"Here, I had to study some Roman Numerals I'll see if I can read them." Amy gave him the paper and he scrunched his face in concentration. His bobbed his head up in triumph. "The numbers are 410, 20 and 460."

"What kind of numbers are they?" Amy frowned.

"I don't know." Rory shrugged. "You happy now?" Amy, however, glared at the paper. She sighed a lowered it down. She picked up her drink and brought it to her mouth until her Harry Potter book came into sight. She halted and placed the cup back on the table. A thought struck her mind.

"Maybe they mean page numbers." Rory shot a quizzical look.

"What, for Harry Potter?" He replied. "I won't be surprised, actually..." Amy grabbed her book.

"Maybe it's some kind of code." She contemplated. "Like the first word of each page makes up a message, or something like that..."

"Now you're just being paranoid..." He trailed off.

"What are the numbers again?" She asked, ignorant to Rory's remark. He sighed and read the paper.

"410, 20 and 460."

"Slow down!" Amy complained. She flicked to page 410. The first word was 'Ron'. Okay... Then she flicked to page 20. 'Updated'... Honestly she wasn't too keen on where this was going. Finally, she flicked to page 460 and the last word was 'Neville'. "Ron updated Neville?!" She blurted. Rory snorted.

"Is that what the "message" says?" He mocked. "That doesn't even make sense."

"...No, Rory."

"Yes?"

"It's not the words that make the message..." Amy replied. "Oh Alex is such a Harry Potter nerd, I'm so thankful she is one..."

"What are you talking about?" Rory muttered. Amy looked at him with worried eyes.

"Like I said. It's not the words that make the message. It's the word. 'Ron updated Neville'. The first letters of each word, Rory. It says 'R.U.N'."


Note: Gah! I couldn't help but put in a Harry Potter reference :D

It's a short chapter, but hopefully the next one makes up for that :")