Playing Games.
'It's my turn to marry him!' Amelia shouts at her best friend.
'NO!' she shouts back, 'it's my turn today! You married him yesterday.' They both pout the same pout and cross their arms. They turn to Rory, who is wearing his father's suit jacket and a tie that's much too big for him.
'Ro-ry' Amelia says sweetly, smiling at him, 'whose turn is it to marry Doctor?'
He gulps. Mels groans, knowing what his reply will be, because it's always the same when Amelia uses that voice, and he's wearing that outfit, 'Um... yours. It's Amelias turn to marry the raggedy Doctor.'
His future wife smiles at him, looking at him as if he isn't really Rory, 'Come on, Doctor, let's get married.'
His heart beats a tiny bit faster as she takes his hand.
'Amelia, do we have to?' he asks, knowing that either way she will make him play the game.
'Yes.' She insists throwing him a dazzling smile.
'But, I'm 12, you are 10, aren't we too old to play imaginary games?' he protests, knowing the battle is already lost.
'It's not a game, Rory,' Mels pipes up, 'and, he's real, not imaginary.'
'Yeah.' Amelia agrees, although a look in her eye says that after all those psychiatrists, she's starting to question his existence, and that she starting to wonder if he will ever come back. But her daughter's faith in him keeps her faith alive, and so they dress Rory up and make him play Doctor.