While Leonard and Sara were playing the most life-changing game of their lives, Jacks, Stein, Ray, Rip, and The Doctor were in the lab making the calculations for the journey home. Mick had retreated to his room, and Kendra was still trying to figure out what Amy had talked to Snart about. However, the woman in question was sitting with her husband in the cargo bay. The cargo bay was the location of many emotional conversations- it was where everyone put their baggage. It was where the team kept the memories they'd rather not remember, and where they stashed their weapons (which were always kept ready to go).

The Ponds, however, did not have any baggage from the past sitting in the cargo bay. They only had questions regarding their future.

"Rory," said the redhead quietly.

"Hmm? What's on your mind, Amy?"

"I've been thinking… about the future- our future. I was thinking about how, one day, we'll get too old to keep running after The Doctor all day. What would you want to do?"

Rory frowned, and pondered Amy's question for a moment, "Well, we've never found staying in one place satisfying. I think a life of travel would suit us quite nicely. When we return to our own time, we can grow old and travel the world. It's not like we wouldn't have the money; I suspect travelling in the T.A.R.D.I.S. comes with a fairly large pension."

Amy laughed at that, then something occurred to her, "Do you want to go back to our own time? I mean, we grow old together anywhere. Neither of us have siblings so your dad is really our only family. And I know- I know I have parents now, but I don't because I'm used to the first timeline… being with them is weird."

"I get it; I find it odd too, sometimes," said Rory, "Well… maybe we don't have to retire whenever we would have according to our home timeline."

"I don't know though, where would we go?"

"I'm not sure, Amy, but I'm sure we'd be happy as long as we had each other."

"I love you, Mr. Pond."

"I love you too, Mrs. Williams."

Rip's footsteps coming from down the hall ended their conversation, "You two ready to go?"

"Yes sir." said Amy, with an odd sort of salute which Captain Hunter ignored.

The three walked to the bridge where The Doctor was already waiting. He was standing at the smart table, his feet spread apart and his hands placed even further away on the table. He was staring down at the table when they walked in, despite it being turned off. He only looked up at them when their footsteps reached the doorway, "Ponds!"

"Doctor, are we going home?"

"Yes. Well, most likely. Well, I say likely..."

"Doctor!" yelled Rip (although Amy first thought it was Rory who spoke), "I thought we agreed to not worry them unnecessarily."

"Oh it's fine; they're the Ponds!" smiled The Doctor.

"Actually," said Rory slowly. "What did you mean 'likely'?"

Rip gestured towards Rory, pointing out what the Time Lord had done. The alien in question simply stared awkwardly at the floor like a child would after getting away with something.

Suddenly, large quick footsteps filled the bridge as Professor Stein burst into the room. "What he means to say is, even with all our calculations, the likelihood of you both surviving the trip home is very slim."

"I always work best when the odds are slim," said The Doctor, showing a rare glimpse of his arrogant and smug attitude. "I am the sole survivor of the greatest and biggest war in all of time, what is the likelihood of that happening?"

Martin simply waved his hands and said, "What is the likelihood of you beating such astronomically low odds twice?"

"May I speak! Please," yelled Amy. "I trust The Doctor with my life. I always have. No 'odds are against us' stuff is going to keep me from trying to return home to my daughter. We lost her once and we will not lose her again. Even if The Doctor is the only one to make it back, at least River will have someone to look after her."

The Doctor stood up and walked over to Amy. He gently grabbed her hand as she leaned on his shoulder. Rory rested a hand on her back to comfort her then turned to face Stein, "What is the likelihood of us getting a better chance to make the trip home?"

All eyes focused on the professor, who paused before finally sighing and saying, "Next to none."

"It's decided," said Amy, sniffling as she wiped tears off her cheeks. "We're going home today. When can we leave?"

Rip focused his eyes on the floor and said "Right now; that's why we called you all here, To give you the final warnings, and to say goodbye."