Chapter 18

At the going down of the sun and in the morning. She will remember him

Rose Tyler was woken by the sound of her one year old daughter babbling to herself in the nursery. She smiled as she listened to the one sided conversation. Andrea was such a happy and content baby, that Rose felt she was blessed to have such a lovable little angel.

'Mamamamama,' she heard her call out. It was uncanny that her daughter always seemed to know when she woke up. And sometimes, Rose was sure she could tell when her daughter needed something or when she was getting upset because she wanted something.

She threw the duvet off her and climbed out of bed. She had a busy day ahead of her, and she was looking forward to it. She was meeting some old friends and needed to make an early start. She padded through to Andrea's room, and found her standing in her cot, holding onto the railings, and beaming a smile at her.

'Mornin' Sweetheart. You ready for yer breakfast are ya?'

Andrea held her arms up for her mother to pick her up. Rose lifted her out of the cot and kissed her cheek. She took her through to the kitchen and sat her in her high chair. She put a rusk in a bowl, and then took some formula milk out of the fridge and put it in the microwave.

Whilst the microwave hummed away, she looked out over the Powell Estate. It didn't occur to her to wonder why she was living in the flat on her own. Her mother had left a while ago, and she knew she was happy in her new life abroad. (Well, she presumed it was abroad.)

Also, she never questioned where Andrea's father was. Having lived on the estate all her life, she was used to the idea of single mothers, and being one herself didn't seem out of the ordinary. As she daydreamed, the hum of the microwave turned into a more complex hum, a hum that hinted of alien spaceships.

She was brought back to reality by the ding that told her that the milk was warm enough to pour on the rusk so that it could be mushed into porridge. She put the bowl on the tray in front of Andrea, and handed her the plastic spoon. She knew it would be messy, but her independent daughter loved to feed herself, and Rose enjoyed watching her have fun.

After cleaning up the kitchen, and washing and dressing her daughter, she had a quick shower herself and put on her jeans, T-shirt and blue hoodie. She went to the living room, where Andrea was sitting in her playpen, playing with her toys. Rose then remembered the envelope on the mantelpiece, and heard a voice in the back of her mind say, "Nothing is ever forgotten. Not really. But you have to try." Although her brain had heard the voice, Rose was completely unaware of it.

She took the wedding invitation out of the envelope and read it again. It was from her friends Amy and Rory who lived in Leadworth in Gloucestershire. They were getting married tomorrow, and she and Andrea had been invited.

She couldn't really remember how she had met Amy, and her subconscious brain had concocted a scenario to fill in the missing information. All Rose knew, was that she had taken Andrea out to the Cotswolds for the day, and her Mini had developed a puncture, and she thought that Amy was a Woman Police Constable.

They both laughed when Amy told her she was a kissogram, and then Amy had called her boyfriend Rory to help her change the tyre. Amy took her back to her house for a cup of tea, and in that short space of time, they had become firm friends.

She looked at the back of the invitation and found the R.S.V.P information, which was Amy's mobile phone number.

"I need you to help Amy Pond remember her family," her brain heard the voice say.

Rose dialled the number.

['Hello?'] A female voice with a Scottish accent asked.

'Amy . . . It's Rose.'

['Rose! How are you? You are still coming tomorrow aren't you?']

'Oh yeah. I wouldn't miss it, and your timing is perfect. I've got a week off from Henrick's at the moment so gettin' there won't be a problem . . . So, are you all ready for the big day?'

['What do you think?'] Amy said in a "you must be joking" tone of voice.

Rose laughed. 'Not a chance, but I bet your mum and dad are really excited and proud.'

There was a pause before Amy spoke again. ['Mum and dad?'] She said thoughtfully, as though the idea of a mum and dad were new to her.

['MUM? DAD? ARE YOU THERE?'] She heard Amy shout down from her bedroom. [['Yes Sweetheart. I'm in the kitchen. What's the matter?']] Amy's mother, Tabetha called back up the stairs.

['Nothing,'] Amy called, and then seemed to realise the enormity of what that meant. ['Nothing at all . . . In fact, everything is brilliant.'] She came back to Rose on the phone. ['Everything is absolutely brilliant. I don't know about mum and dad being excited, I'm fit to burst.']

Rose laughed. 'Ahh, that's great. I only phoned to make sure everythin' was all right for tomorrow. I'll see you then.'

['Yeah. See you tomorrow, and Rose . . . thanks for phoning. You've made my day.']

Later that morning, Rose was sitting in a Costa coffee shop on Oxford street, while her friend and adoptive mum, Sarah Jane cooed over Andrea.

'I can't believe how big she is,' Sarah Jane said as she played with her honorary niece.

'She certainly enjoys her food,' Rose laughed. 'When she manages to get it in her mouth anyway.'

'And you Rose, how are you coping?'

'Oh I'm all right,' Rose told her, and had a feeling of deja vu as she said, 'I'm always all right . . . I mean, you're a single mum yerself.'

Sarah Jane laughed. 'Yes. But Luke's a teenager.'

'An' isn't that when they're supposed to get worse?'

'Yes, they do say that don't they.'

There was silence for a moment while Rose hesitated about what she was going to say next. 'Sarah, have you ever thought that you're missing somethin'? Y'know, that there's somethin' important you should know or should be doin'?'

Sarah Jane laughed. 'Frequently in my line of work.'

Rose laughed with her. 'No, I mean have you ever felt your life feels . . . not wrong, but different to how it should be.'

'What, like when children feel that they are adopted or something like that?' Sarah Jane asked.

A barista used the milk frother behind the counter, which created a wheezing noise that gave Rose and Sarah Jane another moment of deja vu, as they remembered the noise of the TARDIS without knowing what it was.

'Yeah, that's it,' Rose said distractedly as she looked at the barista. He had his back to her, but she could see he had sideburns and great, sticky up hair.

Sarah Jane could see she was staring at something, and followed the direction of her gaze. 'Fancy your chances,' she asked with a knowing smile.

'What? Oh, no. I was just thinkin' he looked familiar somehow.'

It was Sarah Jane's turn to have a deja vu moment of her own, when in her mind's eye she saw a man in a tight, brown pinstriped suit standing in front of a red phone box in a school basement. Her subconsciousness knew it was a phone box of some kind and helpfully filled in the gap with a modern red one.

'Oh yes, I see what you mean. I feel as though I should know him.' Sarah Jane waggled her eyebrows and gave her a cheeky smile. 'You could always go over and say hello. You never know, you might know him from school or something. You could go for a drink and catch up.'

'Sarah Jane! Will you ever stop tryin' to fix me up with a date?'

'Only when I've succeeded.'

'That is SO sweet,' Rose said, and then looked at her watch. 'Ooh is that the time already. Sorry, I'm on a tight schedule today.'

Rose put Andrea in the pushchair, then hugged and kissed Sarah Jane. 'See you next week?' she asked.

'Of course Rose. Give me a call.'

As Rose left the coffee shop, Sarah Jane looked over to the counter, and the unfamiliar, yet somehow very familiar barista and his wheezing milk frother.

'Rosie!' Jack Harkness called to her as she walked past the fountain in Trafalgar Square.

'Jack!' she called back with delight, as she saw her old friend and hurried over to him. He lifted her off her feet in a big hug.

'Looking good kid,' he told her as he put her back on her feet. 'And little Missy there is getting bigger every time I see her.'

'Which isn't very often these days. Thanks for callin' an' lettin' me know you were gonna be in Town.'

'What? And miss a chance to see my favourite girl? No problem. You got time for a bag of fries?'

'They're chips,' she told him with a roll of her eyes. 'And yeah, I'd love a bag.'

Jack bought two bags of chips, and they sat by the fountain as they ate them and caught up on their news. Rose would blow on a chip to cool it and give it to Andrea to eat.

'So, you ever gonna tell me what you get up to in Cardiff?'

'There's nothing to tell really,' he lied. 'All boring government stuff.'

'Yeah, right!' Rose said, not believing a word of it.

They were quiet as they ate a chip each, and Rose thought about the question she had asked Sarah Jane. When she had asked the question, it was as if it had focussed her thoughts and brought her closer to an explanation for the feelings she was having lately.

'I know you do sciencey stuff in Cardiff, and I don't know how to put it . . . but have you ever come across people who don't quite fit the life they're living?'

Jack frowned. 'What do you mean? Like a doppleganger or a changeling?'

'I might do, if I knew what they were.'

'It's where someone is taken, kidnapped or assassinated, and substituted with someone else who then lives their life. Like "The Prince and the Pauper".'

Rose shrugged. 'I suppose, although it's more like the same person living a different life . . . Does that make sense.'

'Not really. Is that how you feel at the moment? Is it all getting too much for you?' He asked with concern. He knew how depression could affect people's perception of reality.

She saw the worried look on his face and smiled as she stroked his face. 'Nah. I'm fine, honestly. It's just lately, I've had plenty of time to think and reminisce. It's probably that, although . . . when I think back, I can't even remember when or how we met.'

Jack laughed. 'Don't you remember? I caught you when you fell . . .' He stopped and frowned. 'You were hanging on a rope . . . There was Big Ben . . . Why am I thinking about people in gas masks?'

'Oh thank God! I thought it was just me seein' weird stuff when I tried to remember how I met my friends,' Rose told him.

'That is weird,' he agreed. 'Tell you what; I'll look into it when I get back to Cardiff.'

'Would you? That would be great. Thanks.'

Jack finished his chips and screwed up the paper. 'Well, duty calls. Allons-y.'

Rose gasped. 'What did you say?'

'Alan Seer. He works for UNIT. I've got a meeting with him,' Jack said. He kissed Andrea on her head, and kissed Rose on each cheek. 'It hasn't been long enough, has it? I'll have to come and stay over next time. You can lead me astray.'

Rose giggled and squeezed his hand. 'Give me a call before you come and I'll fix up the spare room for ya.'

As they moved across Trafalgar Square, they saw a man walking ahead of them with short, dark hair and sticky out ears. He was wearing a black leather jacket and black trousers, and privately, they both felt as though they should know a man like that.

'Oh Rose. She's adorable,' Martha said as she tickled Andrea and got a deep chuckle in return.

'Yeah, but she can have her moments,' Rose told her.

'No, not this little cherub,' Martha said.

'Dinner in five minutes,' Mickey said as he stuck his head around the door. They had invited Rose over for dinner.

'Thanks Love,' Martha said, and led Rose over to the dining table.

'I can't believe the change in Mickey. How did you manage it? All I could get him to do was pick up the phone for a take away.'

'It was my mum,' Martha told her.

'Your mum?'

'Yeah. It was before we were married. We invited mum and dad over for dinner, and Mickey was terrified of her.'

'Was not!' Mickey said, as he brought through the casserole.

'I could understand it if you were,' Rose said with a laugh.

Martha continued. 'Anyway, he started watching the cookery programs, and got an app on his phone. Next thing I know, I'm getting really nice meals.'

They sat down and ate a really nice meal, before retiring to the comfy sofa to finish their drinks. Mickey had pureed some of the food for Andrea, and Rose was about to feed it to her.

'Can I do that?' Martha asked her.

'Er, yeah. Sure. Knock yerself out,' Rose said.

Martha took Andrea and sat her on her knee. She then scooped up the food with the plastic spoon and fed her like a little sparrow.

'Gettin' broody are ya?' Rose asked with a cheeky grin. 'Are ya thinkin' of startin' a family?'

'God no!' Martha said. 'Not yet anyway. I've only just gone freelance.'

'Freelance?'

'Yeah. It was Mickey's idea, and to be honest, it's brilliant.'

Rose eased back on the sofa and relaxed as she had a sip of her Henry. Next to the fireplace, was a tall, cylindrical lamp filled with bubbling liquid, and giving off a green light. For a moment, just an instant, she thought she could see a plunger in the lamp moving up and down, and hear the sound of the milk frother from Costa's.

'Rose? you all right Babe?' Mickey asked.

Rose jerked out of her reverie. 'Eh? What?'

'It was like you were havin' some kind of vacant episode, and your eyes . . . They were kinda weird.'

'What was wrong with my eyes?'

Mickey was already starting to rationalise what he had seen. 'It must have been a reflection of light or somethin', but for a second there, I could have sworn I saw a flash of gold light in your eyes.'

Rose felt tears in her eyes, and wiped them away with her fingers. 'Mickey, we've known each other for ages now, ain't we?'

'Yeah, ages. Rose, what's up?'

'I think I might be goin' crazy. I have these dreams, vivid dreams. I have flashes of images and sounds that seem SO familiar, and yet they're not. And I can't remember things . . . simple stuff. Like Martha, I can't remember when or where we first met.'

Martha's training kicked in. She handed Andrea to Mickey and sat in front of Rose to examine her. 'When did you last have a medical check up?'

'When Andrea was born, and I got a clean bill of health,' Rose told her, as Martha took her pulse and checked the glands in her neck.

'But that's not the point, 'cos it's not just me.' She looked at Mickey. 'Mickey, how did you and Martha meet?'

'What's that got to do with anythin'?' Mickey asked.

'Everythin'! Go on, both of ya, when and where did you first meet?'

Mickey looked at Martha. 'Well, it was a video conference. She was on a video screen and I thought she looked hot.'

Martha laughed. 'Hot? Really?' she said before answering Rose's question. 'Yeah, I was at UNIT . . . I was . . .' and then she faltered as she tried to remember the details.

'You see?' Rose said. 'That's what I've been gettin'. You don't even know that you don't know.' She looked at their puzzled faces. 'I'm sorry. I've ruined a very pleasant evening. I'd better be goin', I've got an early start in the mornin'. I've got to get to the Cotswolds for a weddin'.'

'Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, the father of the bride, Augustus Pond!' the Best Man announced at the reception.

A short, plump man stood up. 'Sorry, everyone. I'll be another two minutes . . . I'm just reviewing certain aspects.'

Amy's mother leaned forward. 'Your father, Amelia, will be the absolute death of me. Unless, of course, I strike pre-emptively.'

Amy laughed, and saw a woman walk past the window. A woman she thought she knew, or should know. She stood up to get a better look. Rose saw Amy stand, and followed her gaze. She also caught a glimpse of River Song walking past the windows.

'Amy? You okay?' Rory asked her.

'Yeah, I'm fine,' she said as she sat down.

'Right. Er . . . you're crying.'

Amy wiped her cheek. 'So I am. Why am I doing that?'

'Because you're happy, probably. Happy Mrs Rory. Happy, happy, happy.'

'No, I'm sad. I'm really, really sad.'

'Great,' Rory said unhappily. They had only been married a few hours, and she was sad already.

'Why am I sad?' Amy asked her husband, and then saw an unusual book on the table. 'What's that?'

'Oh, er, someone left it for you . . . A woman.'

'But what is it?'

'It's a book.'

Amy picked up the book, and looked at the panels embossed on the cover. She flicked through the pages, and although they looked worn, they were blank, as though the words had been written with invisible ink. 'It's blank.'

'It's a present,' Rory said.

'But why?'

'Well, you know the old saying. The old wedding thing. Huh? Amy, what? Hey.'

'Can I see that?' Rose asked quietly. She had approached the table without them noticing.

'Yeah, sure,' Amy said handing it over. 'But there's nothing in it.'

Rose slowly flicked through the pages, flecks of gold flickering in her hazel eyes. "Nothing is ever forgotten. Not really. But you have to try," the voice echoed.

'It's a diary,' Rose told them. 'Someone's entire life is in here, waiting to be read.'

Amy's father stood up. 'Ready now. Sorry about that. Last minute adjustments to certain aspects. Now then, it hardly seems a year since . . .'

Amy saw one of the guests wearing a bow tie. Rose saw another with braces. Both of them had tears in their eyes, and one of those tears fell onto the book.

' . . . At the age of six and announced that the new head teacher wasn't real because she looked like a cartoon,' Augustus continued.

'Shut up, Dad!' Amy said abruptly. There was something important she had to do, to remember.

'Amy?' Rory questioned. What was wrong with her? First she was sad, now she was rude.

'Amelia?' her father said, wondering the same as Rory.

'Sorry,' she apologised quietly. 'But shut up, please. There's someone missing. Someone important. Someone so, so important.'

'Amy, what's wrong?' Rory asked her with concern.

'Sorry. Sorry, everyone. But when I was a kid, I had an imaginary friend.'

'Oh no, not this again,' Tabetha said with a groan.

Amy ignored her and continued. 'The raggedy Doctor. My raggedy Doctor. But he wasn't imaginary, he was real.'

'The psychiatrists we sent her to,' Tabetha complained, but then quickly shut up when she saw the look in Rose's eyes. It was a look that sent a shiver down her spine, the look of a feral animal that had lost its mate. A she-wolf with a golden light in her eyes.

'He is real,' Rose said quietly. 'He is my husband, the father of my daughter, and I want him back.'

'I remember you,' Amy said. 'We remember! We brought the others back, we can bring you home, too.'

'Come back to me my love,' Rose cried. 'I miss you SO much.'

'Raggedy man, we remember you . . . AND YOU ARE LATE FOR MY WEDDING!'

There was an embarrassed silence as everyone averted their gaze from the two women standing at the top table. But then, the guests looked around in surprise as glasses started rattling, very gently.

'I found you. I found you in words, like you knew I would. That's why you told me the story the brand new, ancient blue box,' Amy said.

'And I found you in my heart,' Rose said. 'In my dreams.'

A strong wind blew the balloons around as the room was filled with the joyous sound of time and space being warped out of shape.

'Oh, clever,' Amy said with a laugh. 'Very clever.'

'Amy, what is it?' Rory asked her.

'Something old,' Amy said.

'Something new,' Rose added.

'Something borrowed,' Amy continued.

'Something blue,' Rose finished, which described the TARDIS perfectly.

'Da-da-da-da,' Andrea said as the TARDIS materialised in the middle of the room.

'It's the Doctor . . . How did we forget the Doctor?' Rory asked as everyone's time line corrected itself.

Amy hitched up her wedding dress and climbed over the table to follow Rose to the TARDIS door, where Rose put her key in the lock and opened the door.

'Okay, Doctor,' Amy called inside. 'Did we surprise you this time?'

The Doctor appeared out of the TARDIS in top hat, white tie and tails. He leaned forwards and kissed Rose on the lips, and kept on kissing her until the young men in the room started to whistle and cheer.

He reluctantly detached his lips from his wife's. 'Er, yeah. Completely astonished. Never expected that. How lucky I happened to be wearing this old thing,' he said looking down at his dapper suit.

He addressed the guests in the room. 'Hello, everyone. I'm Amy's imaginary friend, Rose's husband, and Andrea's father. Although you probably worked out the last bit. And I may be imaginary, but I came anyway,' he said as he shook Augustus's hand. 'Because Amy . . . is a REAL friend.

'You absolutely, definitely may kiss the bride,' Amy told him.

The Doctor put a finger on her lips. 'Amelia, from now on I shall be leaving the kissing duties to the brand new Mister Pond,' the Doctor informed her as he shook Rory's hand.

'No, I'm not Mister Pond . . . That's not how it works,' Rory tried to explain.

'Yeah, it is,' the Doctor told him.

Rory looked at Amy and smiled. 'Yeah . . . it is.'

'Tell ya what Amy,' Rose said. 'I'll kiss him on your behalf. Come here you.' She grabbed his lapels and snogged him again. There was another round of whistles and cheers.

When Rose released him, he had a big grin on his face. 'Right then, everyone. I'll move my box. You're going to need the space . . . I only came for the dancing.'

Whilst the TARDIS dematerialised, Rose's phone rang and the caller display showed it was Jack. 'Hello Jack.'

['Rosie. That thing we were discussing yesterday. About not living the correct life. I know what's wrong,'] Jack told her. His time line had corrected itself, and he remembered the Doctor as well.

'I know Jack,' she said as she felt the Doctor's arms wrap around her waist from behind. 'He's right here, and everythin' is just fine. Gotta go, I've got some catchin' up to do.'

Later that evening, in the disco phase of the party, Rose discovered another difference between her husband's old body and his new one. It was when he was "dad" dancing to the rhythm of "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" by Queen.

'Whatever happened to your sense of rhythm? You're terrible now. That is proper embarrassin'!' Rose told him as she laughed.

But the Doctor didn't care. He was having a good time, and the kids thought he was brilliant. 'That's it. That's good. Keep it loose.'

After that track had finished, Rose saw him go to the DJ and have a word with him. He then stood in the middle of the dance floor, smiling at her. As the strains of "In The Mood" started, he held out his hand for her and she gave him a lopsided smile.

'I've got the moves . . . I'll show you my moves,' he said with a grin.

Rose walked onto the dance floor and took his hand. 'Well, I've got the moves, but I wouldn't want to show you up.'

'That Mrs. Lungbarrowmas, sounds like a challenge. You will find your feet at the end of your legs. Get ready to use them.'

He started to jive to the beat, and they twirled around the dance floor as the guests clapped in rhythm to the music. Rose quickly realised that he must have been hamming it up for the kids while his body came back to equilibrium, like it did after a regeneration. Because right now, he was sweeping her off her feet.

Later, when the tempo had slowed for the smooch tunes like "You Give Me Something" by James Morrison, the Doctor was smooching with his wife, as he watched Amy and Rory do the same.

'I think it's time we left them to it,' the Doctor said, nodding at the newlyweds.

'Yeah. And our daughter has finally run out of steam,' she replied, looking at Andrea, who was fast asleep in her pushchair.

They went over to their table and the Doctor started to push the pushchair towards the door.

'Aren't we goin' to say goodbye?' Rose asked him.

'Look at them,' the Doctor said. 'The way they're looking at each other. I don't know about you, but when you look at me like that, I don't want anyone interrupting me. And besides, I'm not big on goodbyes.'

Rose looked at the loved up couple, and couldn't disagree. 'Yeah. Come on then Love, let's go home.'

They made their way down the lane into Lawn Terrace, a quiet square with a triangular grassy area in the middle. They went through a gate and along the path into the garden of the Old Vicarage, which is where he parked the TARDIS.

'Did you dance?' a woman asked behind them. 'Well, you always dance at weddings, don't you?'

They turned around to see River Song walking towards them.

'You tell me,' the Doctor said.

'Spoilers,' River replied.

Rose took River's diary out of the back of the pushchair. 'I did look inside, but the pages were blank.'

'Thank you,' River said, accepting the book with a smile.

Rose pulled her into a hug, all animosity forgotten towards the woman who helped her get her husband back. 'No. Thank you for helpin' me get him back.'

'You're welcome,' River replied, rubbing Rose's back.

'The writing's all back now, but I didn't peek.'The Doctor told her, returning her vortex manipulator.

'Thank you.'

'Are you married, River?' the Doctor asked her.

'Are you asking?' River asked in reply.

'Yes,' he said

'What?' Rose asked in confusion.

'Yes,' River replied.

'What?' Rose asked again.

The Doctor was equally confused. 'No, hang on. Did you think I was asking you to marry me, or, or, or asking if you were married?'

'Yes,' River said again with a cheeky smile. Rose started to giggle.

'No, but was that yes . . . or yes?' the Doctor asked.

'Yes,' River said again helpfully. Rose was now doubled up with laughter.

'River, who are you?' he asked finally.

River put the vortex manipulator on her wrist. 'You're going to find out very soon now. And I'm sorry, but that's when everything changes,' she said, and vanished.

'What the hell was all that about?' Rose asked him.

'Absolutely no idea.'

'Oi! Where are you off to?' Amy called to him. 'We haven't even had a snog in the shrubbery yet.'

'Amy!' Rory chastised.

'Shut up. It's my wedding,' she replied playfully.

'Our wedding,' he reminded her.

'Sorry, you two,' the Doctor apologised as he followed Rose into the TARDIS. 'Shouldn't have slipped away . . . Bit busy, you know?'

'You just saved the whole of space and time?' Rory said, following them inside. 'Take the evening off . . . Maybe a bit of tomorrow.' He then stopped and looked around in confusion. 'Hang on, what the hell is going on? Is this place really inside that blue box?'

Amy rolled her eyes. 'What's the matter? Have you never been in one of those indoor markets? Deal with it.'

'Space and time isn't safe yet,' the Doctor interrupted. 'The TARDIS exploded for a reason. Something drew the TARDIS to this particular date, and blew it up. Why? And why now?'

The phone on the console started ringing as he continued. 'The Silence, whatever it is, is still out there, and I have to . . . Excuse me a moment.'

He picked up the telephone. 'Hello? Oh, hello. I'm sorry, this is a very bad line . . . No, no, no, but that's not possible. She was sealed into the seventh Obelisk. I was at the prayer meeting . . . Well, no, I get that it's important. An Egyptian goddess loose on the Orient Express, in space. Give us a mo' . . .'

He looked at Amy and Rory. 'Sorry, something's come up. This will have to be goodbye.'

Amy smiled. 'Yeah, I think it's goodbye. Do you think it's goodbye?' she asked Rory.

'Definitely goodbye,' Rory agreed, only too happy to get out of the weird room that was squashed into a box.

Amy went down the ramp to the door and shouted to Leadworth. 'Goodbye! Goodbye.'

She closed the door behind her, and Rose started laughing at the disbelieving expression on Rory's face.

The Doctor gave her a lopsided smile. 'Don't worry about a thing, your Majesty. We're on our way.'

He put the phone down, and put his arm around Rose's shoulders. 'Now, you two. I seem to remember from our marriage that there's a certain tradition that must be observed on a wedding night.'

Rory's jaw dropped. 'Wha'?'

Amy blushed and giggled. 'He's not wrong though, is he?'

'Doctor! I can't believe you said that,' Rose said, slapping his arm.

'What?' he asked. 'I was only going to offer them the TARDIS Bridal Suite for their matrimonial shenanigans.'

'Bridal Suite?' Rose queried.

'Well, the Executive Suit really, but the facilities are second to none, and better than anything you'll get on planet Earth.'

Rose smiled at him, and then turned to Amy and Rory. 'Look on it as a weddin' present.'

Amy leaned forward and hugged her. 'Thank you.'

The Doctor started the Time Rotor and put the TARDIS into the Vortex. 'And with that, I think it's time for bed.'