Here again, yet more mediocre writing. Enjoy at will.
Disclaimer: If Doctor who was mine you'd get a tonne of episodes at once and then nothing for two years. As the plots for this fanfiction are mine, there is no guarantee this will not happen.
The site that met Rory's eyes as he somewhat unwillingly left the comforting glow of the TARDIS console room would be seen as strange to any prying eye looking on through the heavily advancing hail storm. To Rory however, this was becoming the norm. The Doctor was leaning against the lightly frost covered glass of an upstairs window, hand pressed against the glass as he tried and failed to see inside. Amy mirrored his position further along the window, although when she saw that her husband had joined them on the roof, she stopped what she was doing and went to stand beside him. The trio was silent for a few minutes, while the Doctor felt the glass and grumbled slightly under his breath.
"Right well, I can't get in."
Rory and Amy looked up from staring blatantly at nothing in particular, and rolled their eyes at the Doctor simultaneously. The Doctor looks confused for a few seconds, and gestures at the pair to continue with what they are getting at.
"Hello? Sonic Screwdriver. When has a locked door ever stopped you?" Amy tutted and did a very good impression of a school teacher trying to be nice about the fact that her student was a complete buffoon. The Doctor contemplated the idea, before reaching for his jacket pocket.
"Whoa, whoa. You can't just break into someone's house! "Rory exclaimed. He is silenced in his protests by Amy starring blatantly at him, and the now familiar noise of the Sonic Screwdriver whirring into life. Muttering under his breath about injustice and privacy, Rory was guided by Amy away from the now concentrating Doctor. Shivering slightly against the cold, Rory put his arm around Amy's shoulder and waited. The pair stayed content for a number of minutes, before Amy, who had by that point rested her head on Rory's shoulder, decided to address the situation they were in.
"I wonder why we are here. I mean, the Doctor said that there was no alien technology for miles around, which," she gestured to the sleeping village around her," I could believe. So why are we still here, freezing cold and getting battered by the wind and the rain? So that the Doctor can go house hunting? I don't think so. Something's up. Something he's not telling us. He must have some reason for being here. He always has a reason. What do you think?"
Rory who had for the last two minutes nodded and made a few noises of agreement, but was actually thinking about the fact that he was beginning to lose circulation in his feet, was about to start his sentence with the customary "umm…" but was saved of a sort by the doctor exclaiming a rather load retort of "Bingo!" . Looking up from where she had been examining her now blue fingers, Amy was glad to see that the window had been prised open, and that a rather exited Doctor was already half inside. Grabbing Rory who was still trying to think of something to say, Amy followed the doctor in his actions of scrambling inside. By the time Rory had hauled himself into through the window, the Doctor and Amy were already half way through ransacking the bedroom.