Amy was so stunned by Rory's absolutely glowing face when she opened the door that she could do nothing but stand there while he held her close and kissed her with such passion she supposed he must have been here longer than she had. She felt so complete and happy that she forgot to kiss back for a few moments, though Rory seemed not to mind whether or not she returned his kiss.

Finally, she threw her arms around his neck and felt him smile against her mouth.

They did not move much for a few minutes, and when they pulled away, Rory rested his forehead against hers and whispered, "I've missed you so much."

Amy brushed her hands against his face, "And I've missed your stupid face."

That remark got her the monosyllabic chuckle he had that completely melted her. She loved that sound more than words could describe.

"How long have you been here?" Amy asked, dreading the answer because she knew he had been alone here for more time than she had.

"Two months, you?" he said it gently, knowing she was going to feel guilty because he had been away from her longer than she had been away from him.

Amy gasped, clinging to him in a way that he really did not object to at all, "Oh, Rory, I'm sorry. I should have followed sooner."

Her fingertips were subconsciously running through his short hair now, and she just had an effect on him that made it nearly impossible for him not to forgive her. Heck, what was two months compared to two thousand years? What was time between them, so long as they ended up together, which they always would. They always found each other, and this time had been no exception, "Don't be sorry. I assume the Doctor can't follow us, and you stayed to say goodbye."

He could see the tears in her eyes, and her lip began to tremble as she replied, "How did you know that?"

"I know you," Rory replied, holding her close as she buried her face in his chest and cried. Amy was not the sort to cry over anything unimportant, so when she did cry, Rory knew she was next to heartbroken.

They were both silent for some time except for Amy's muffled sobs, standing there in the apartment doorway wrapped in each other's arms. This was it: their time-traveling days were over. But the part that hurt most was that they had just lost their best friend forever. Adjusting to normal life together would be easy; resigning themselves to the fact that they would never see the Doctor - and most likely their daughter, as well - ever again was ever so much harder than either of them had ever thought possible.

Eventually, Amy's sobs quieted, and after a minute or so more, stepped back slightly and looked up at Rory questioningly, apparently trying to compose herself, "What did you do all this time?"

"I looked for you, anywhere and everywhere. And I got a job at a hospital to support myself," Rory responded, distressed by his wife's tear-streaked face.

Amy forced a smile and said, "Well, the Doctor gave us a bank account as a parting gift, so I rented this place. It's not much, but it's nice..." she met his eyes with a meaningful look, "...you should see the bedroom."

"Yeah," Rory said.

Rory woke up expecting, as he had become accustomed to over the past two months, to be alone in the bed, but was startled to feel someone against him. A moment's flashback reminded him of finding Amy the previous day and his heart jumped unexpectedly. He smiled to himself as he looked at her curled close against him with her head resting on his stomach, her fiery red hair splayed across his chest, one arm crossed possessively over his waist and the other just resting delicately on his side. Everything felt so perfect right now. Rory stroked Amy's bare shoulder with the hand already resting there, reassured by her soft skin that she was really here. He had finally found her. And how he had missed her.

She stirred slightly, and then pressed closer to him before her breathing resumed its previous regularity. Rory sighed and closed his eyes again: he could live in this moment for the rest of his life. Then Amy moved her arm that was around him, running her hand over his skin as she pulled it to his other side. Rory shivered slightly and Amy grinned as she pushed up, looking down at his false innocence face. He could not help but adore the way her morning hair framed that beautiful face he loved so much. Life really must have a thing for him to give him the perfect woman.

Amy looked into his deep hazel eyes for a moment before leaning down and brushing her lips slightly against his. When she pulled back, Rory blinked for a moment looking slightly dazed. She loved it when he reacted that way, though she could not see why he always seemed so surprised that she would kiss him.

"When do you have to be at work?" she asked.

"Uh...I could just stay here..." Rory suggested.

"You'd lose your job," Amy pointed out.

Rory moaned, "11:00."

Amy smirked mischievously, "We have time, it's only 9:00."

Eventually they both got up, showered and got dressed for the day, then went out to find a place to eat.

On their way back to the apartment, they stopped by Rory's hotel room to check out and collect anything he had accumulated over the past two months, which turned out to be a small amount of food, his work outfit, a few other pairs of clothes, and a razor.

"Not getting too comfortable?" Amy commented as they left the hotel, him carrying his small box of belongings under one arm.

"How was I supposed to be comfortable without you?" Rory asked as if it were obvious.

"I love you," Amy said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him close to press her lips to his.

"Yeah..." Rory almost squeaked, then he cleared his throat and said, "I mean, I love you too."

Amy just smiled to herself as she stopped a taxi to get them back to the apartment.

After Rory had changed into his nurse outfit, Amy stopped him at the door to embrace him tightly, feeling him return the embrace and kiss the top of her head.

"See you," Amy said, stepping back.

"See you," Rory replied, looking as if he would much rather have stayed there with her.