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The Doctor sat at a table in TARDIS' kitchen stirring his tea. He could remember everything that Rory did when he was nervous, upset, happy. It didn't matter what it was, The Doctor could just remember his so well.
They used to sit her at night when Amy was asleep and just talk. Rory would talk about his days as a Roman and how different it was. The Doctor would sit there and tell of his long travels through all of space and time. All the while he would just wonder how Rory could be so brilliant.
"Where are you Rory?" He whispered taking a sip of his tea.
"Wh-Where am I?" Rory Williams asked looking around franticly.
"You are in the Institute." A voice answered coming from the darkness.
"Why am I here?"
"Because we picked you for the testing."
"As a lab rat?" Rory's voice squeaked as he looked around in the darkness. He couldn't make out the vaguest of shapes. "Why me?"
"Because you were here when we needed someone. We must thank you for dropping by when you did."
Hands grabbed the tall human by the shoulders and yanked him upward.
"Testing time." It's voice dripped with excitement as Rory was drug away into a lighted room, leaving him struggling against his captures.
The room was blinding compared to the blackness that had surrounded him. Operating tables were set up around the room, each with someone or something, on it. Only one table was open, it was the one Rory was being pulled towards.
"DOCTOR!" Was Rory's last words before he was strapped down and knocked unconscious.