The thought of seeing Rory again, the possibility that that moment was only minutes away drove Amy on through the streets of New York. Surely he had seen the ad by now, and he would not wait long once he had.

But her hopes fell as the apartment came into sight with Rory nowhere to be seen. Amy swallowed hard, reminding herself that the ad had only been printed for a few hours and who knew what Rory was doing or where he was. There was plenty of time left before she needed to start worrying that he had not seen the ad. With this thought locked into her brain, Amy stepped into her apartment and looked around. When she found Rory, she wondered if he would prefer to get a house or if he would want to stay here. She missed him so badly, and it had only been a little over a day.

Exhaling, Amy sank down on the couch and examined her nails, trying hard to keep her mind off what could prevent Rory from getting to her. She refused to believe he had ended up far enough or long enough away from her to keep him from finding her. She found herself slipping into a reminiscent memory from not so long ago...

Amy flipped off the tv as she heard the door open and then close. She stood and turned to see her husband looking at her from the door frame. Her eyes met his and he smiled that smile that made her feel warm inside. Whenever he gave her that smile, she could never really tell what kind of expression she made, but she guessed it was probably a stupid grin she would never want to be seen by anyone but Rory.

She could not tell how long they just stood there before she crossed her arms over her chest and said, "Well, are you gonna kiss me or not, Stupid Face?"

Rory spread out his arms, "Of course."

She met him halfway, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his, feeling his arms wrap around her and hold her close. It took a moment or two for Rory to kiss back, as it usually did. He almost always seemed surprised that she was kissing him in the first place. He never, no matter how many times she told him, really seemed to realize just how much he meant to her. She absolutely could not live without him, and she would never have wanted to.

As she pulled back, she placed her hands on the sides of his face, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs, "I love you. I love you so very much."

Still looking a bit dazed, Rory murmured, "I love you too. And I won't ever let anything hurt to you. I'll never stop fighting for you."

Amy pulled his face back to hers and kissed him again, then the memory faded to hazy moments of more kissing, wine, and bed...

Only when she shot up on the couch did she realized she had drifted off. She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that the time was 5:45. Still no sign of Rory.

An involuntary sigh left her lips, but she consoled herself with the previous memory. Her Rory would never stop fighting for her, even if it might end up being a fight with time itself. She knew she could trust him on that, he had kept that promise for over two thousand years, why should she doubt him now?

She might have smiled at that, but at the moment, she didn't feel much like smiling. She missed Rory, she needed him.

She stood and began to pace the main room of her apartment, having no idea what to do with herself at this point. Eventually, she opted to see what foods the apartment manager had left as a complimentary first stock of necessities.

Settling for a roll and a cup of tea, Amy returned to her couch and ate absentmindedly. The clock ticked steadily and hours passes without Amy really realizing. The only truth she could take in at the moment was that Rory was not here and she needed him.

She had just reassured this thought in her mind when there was a knock on her door.

Amy could not hold herself back. She shot up and darted to unlock the door.

Rory stopped a taxi and urged the driver to hurry to the address in the newspaper. The taxi driver looked suspiciously at his client, but did not protest, for which Rory was grateful because right now, he knew where to find his wife and his arms ached to hold her. The thought that she was only a few minutes away was making his heart jump inside his chest. Just the thought of her had that effect on him. Why and how she ever ended up with him never had made since to him, but he would not dream of protesting it. She made his life worth living and these two months without her had been a living hell. Every second now just made him more desperate to be near her once again. His heart gave a lurch with every red light and stop sign.

He wished the taxi driver would go a bit faster, but this seemed to be as fast as was allowed.

At long last, the cable stopped and Rory was out in a split second, shoving a wad of dollar bills into the taxi driver's hand as he passed, almost running to the door of the apartment. He stopped just as he reached it to steady his breath and felt his heart beating a sporadic rhythm. After two months without her...he could not wait another second. Three knocks sounded on the door and he prayed she was there right now.

He did not have to wait long, for not ten seconds after his knocks, the door flew open.

Rory could not hold himself back. He took her face in his hands and crashed his lips on hers. His head went dizzy and he could not put two thoughts together but he did not care, because she was in his arms once again, right where she belonged. Everything was perfect again.