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2. Ummm…

It had started as a kind of holiday of sorts. Amy and Rory had convinced the Doctor that they needed to go back to America to create some less traumatizing memories. They actually managed to have a decent time seeing sights with no impending doom and no rogue aliens on the loose.

Amy and Rory should have known it was too good to be true.

They had decided to pick up a few snacks for the road, so to speak and the Doctor acted, well, like a kid in a candy store as they were shopping. After a brief moment of disappointment when the Doctor discovered that there were no Jammie Dodgers, his face lit up once again as they neared the checkout.

"Oh, oh Amy! How about we try this? It's a drink…that's BLUE, like the TARDIS!" he asked, pointing at some cans.

"Why not, it looks interesting," Amy replied, adding a pack of them to their basket.

"Ummm, Amy-" Rory began to say.

"Not now, Rory! We're holding up the queue!" Amy scolded as she paid the cashier.

"But did you actually read what that drink-"

"Come on! The Doctor's already back in the TARDIS! And he took the snacks with him!"

Rory shook his head and muttered something as Amy dragged him to the police box. As they entered, there was no sign of the Doctor and all six cans of the blue drink had been emptied and strewn all over the console room.

Two hours later:

"Did you find him yet?" Amy shouted as she exited a room that contained nothing but fezzes and bow ties.

"No," Rory replied from far away. Amy judged him to be somewhere in the ever-growing wardrobe room, and hoped he hadn't gotten lost in there again.

"I'm sorry Rory. I should've listened to you!" she apologized.

Four hours later:

Amy and Rory had met up again on their search for the missing Time Lord. They had looked in all sorts of rooms that they hadn't been in before.

There were several kitchens that all contained half-eaten plates of fish custard. The last one they had been in had Jammie Dodgers stuck to the wall in a smiley face pattern. The study had dozens of papers tacked on the wall that had circular Gallifreyan symbols written in crayon. The garden had evidently been visited, because the suspenders the Doctor had been wearing were hanging in a silver-leafed tree and a large hole had been dug about fifteen feet into the soil, with no obvious purpose. They had gone through a hidden door to a room that contained a bunk bed with a TARDIS blue duvet and had freshly painted glow in the dark stars on the ceiling.

The couple was getting tired and were about to give up.

"Okay, let's go check the library again. Maybe he went for a swim," Rory suggested.

"Doctor?" Amy called as they opened the door.

They didn't see the Doctor at first. What they did see was a castle of Jelly Babies, complete with a drawbridge, floating on a raft in the middle of the swimming pool. Then they heard a cranking noise as the drawbridge lowered to reveal a viciously smiling alien wearing the most ridiculous scarf they had ever seen, no shirt, and a belt buckle made out of celery.

"Hello," the Doctor giggled.

"Okay. Next time, I will not let the Doctor get anywhere near a can of Monster," Amy vowed, giving her husband an apologetic face while he rolled his eyes.