Amy forced her eyes open and felt around beside her on the bed for Rory before remembering their circumstances. Sighing, she pushed herself to a sitting position and brought back the memories of the previous day. The ad should be in the paper by now, but she had no idea when it might be delivered. She just hoped Rory was somewhere within the delivery range of that particular paper.

The person she had spoken to about printing the article had almost refused because he thought it was 'just too strange.' Amy did not disagree with him, but she was not going to give up her best chance at finding Rory. It took quite a large bribe to finally change his mind, but that was a price Amy cared nothing about. On the back cover, there was an ad titled: Find Me. It was followed by the words 'Oi Stupid Face...I miss you. You said you would always find me, but here's a clue.' The address of her apartment concluded the ad, as she had wanted to make it so only Rory could understand it. It was only a matter of time now, she thought.

A smile nudged the corner of her mouth up a bit, and then she realized how hungry she was after the long night. No wonder, her last meal had been probably sixty years in the future. She decided to get a quick shower before heading out, though she had no clothes besides what she was wearing...a bit of shopping along the way could never hurt her.

Feeling refreshed after a hot shower, Amy headed out to find a restaurant that appealed to her, stopping a few times to purchase items of clothing as she went. By the time she pushed open the door to a cozy-looking pastry shop, she had what amounted to approximately three full outfits with her.

She doubted she would ever take food for granted again as she devoured the sweet rolls she had ordered, feeling her growling stomach quiet a bit with each bite. If only Rory were here to enjoy them with her, then she could have ranked this as one of the best breakfasts she had ever had.

The thought of Rory slapped her back to reality. What if he had already seen the article in the paper and had gone to her apartment only to find it empty? She was sure he would wait at least an hour or two if he had seen the article, but even so, she didn't want to make him wait. She wanted him now.

Having paid beforehand, Amy left the remainder of her breakfast on the counter and rushed off towards her current residence, letting the idea of Rory already waiting there for her cross her mind for a brief moment. She could just see his warm, deep hazel eyes that always seemed to be so full of love when they met hers; she could hear his deep voice, so sweet to her ears, as if he were right beside her...It had always seemed to get softer when he was talking to her. Everything about him was so right, so right for her. He was home to her.

"I love you, Rory Williams," she thought, "And next time I see you, I'm gonna make sure you know that without a shadow of a doubt."

Amy knew people on the streets around her were giving her funny looks: a woman running through the streets of New York carrying an assortment of packages and bags and probably wearing an odd smile. What did she care? She was going to see Rory soon. Then everything would be just fine.

Rory sat up on the edge of his bed and wiped the sleep from his eyes, slowly adjusting them to the sunlight filtering through the open curtains of his hotel room window. He had slept much longer than he had intended to. The clock on the wall said that it was 10:18, less than 45 minutes until his shift at the hospital began. He ran a hand through his short, light brown hair and wondered how long his shift at the hospital would last...and how he would proceed with his search for Amy when that was over.

Just the thought of her vibrant ginger hair brought a smile to his face. And her wide brown eyes, so full of life always seemed to calm when she was looking at him. She was not the type of girl who just showed her feelings, or spouted them off on a whim, but he knew she loved him. Her expression always softened slightly when she caught him watching her, which he did often. Then she would smile that little smile he adored so much and keep on doing whatever she was working on. There was no way he was ever going to give up on finding her now. He missed her so much all he wanted to do was hold her close every minute of the rest of his life to make up for these two months without her. He felt so incomplete without her.

Squaring his shoulders, Rory got up and dressed, then headed off to the hospital by bus, arriving just three minutes before his shift began.

Eight hours later, Rory checked out of the hospital and headed back to his hotel room to change into normal clothes before looking for Amy.

As he stepped over the threshold, he subconsciously picked up the newspaper and dropped it on the couch as he passed, not paying it enough attention to note the back cover, which was facing up.

When he exited his room, heading for the door, he paused for a moment, then guessed the paper was worth a try. Amy might have left him some kind of sign if she was here, knowing her...or she might have been arrested or attacked or virtually anything else, but he pushed from his mind the thoughts of what might happen to her when he was not there to protect her.

He flipped the paper over and skimmed each page looking for anything that even suggested Amy. Nothing.

Rory exhaled heavily, as he slapped the paper shut. What had he been expecting? A sketch of her on the front page? He propped his chin on his palm for a moment, and the his eyes happened to catch a glimpse of the back page of the paper.

"...Stupid Face."

For a moment, his brain just accepted it, then he shot up and seized the paper, memorizing every word at lightning speed. He was breathing heavily now, heart beating at an unnaturally fast pace.

She was here. She was trying to get his attention.

...She had called him 'Stupid Face' on a paper that everyone around the city read.

And he loved her for it.

Ever since the episode with the Silence, that had been her term of endearment for him, and it did not matter one bit that if anyone heard her say it, they would assume she was insulting him.

All that mattered right now was that his life would soon be complete once more. Rory was beaming from ear to ear as he ran out the door, desperate to see Amy again.