Amy had spent the remainder of the afternoon on the beach, alternating between swimming and sunbathing, having given up on trying to find the Doctor. Eventually she tired of this, and sat up.
What to do... she pondered going to a bar, just for a second, but knew that was not a smart idea in the slightest. In the end, she decided to simply go back to the hotel. She hadn't even seen her new room yet; the honeymoon suite, it sounded... nice.
As she made her way back, she tried to work out how she felt about staying in a room that was designed for newlyweds. Considering the plans that had been made for her future, and the things that had happened in the recent past, she guessed that she should have resisted the room; going by a stereotypical view of how newly widowed (and not even that) women act, she shouldn't be enjoying herself at all, let alone intrigued by the prospect of staying in such a room.
Yet she was. The honey moon suite, with the Doctor; now there was a thought. She presumed it only had one bed, a logical assumption, and instead of scaring her, she was a little bit excited. Sharing a bed with the Doctor...
That's if he even came back. Did the Doctor even sleep? He was an alien, after all, he might not need sleep, he might spend his nights tinkering away in the TARDIS, a prospect that wasn't entirely unlikely. She could picture him whiling the night away in one of the rooms in the ship, playing with his screwdriver, while she dreamt. That would probably be what he would do tonight, he would spend the night trying to fix the TARDIS. Somehow she doubted she'd see him at all until they left.
The thought of not seeing the Doctor for that long saddened her; as her only company left in the universe, she relied heavily on him now, even if he didn't know it. She could barely imagine leaving him, it was difficult enough as it was to be near him and not hug him.
She paused as the last thought ran through her head. She hadn't noticed that before, that when she saw him she resisted the urge to hold him, not consciously anyway. But she did, even now in her slight annoyance with him for running off, she still wanted to be close to him, to hold his hand. She replayed a memory of him kissing her forehead, smiling at the thought, imagining his warm lips there now, perhaps even on her own...
She stopped again, shocked. Where were these thoughts coming from? She wasn't attracted to the Doctor, of course she wasn't. She was still hung up on Rory, of course she was.
But... what was it that Rose had said? Rose had noticed something, she said she could see an attraction between them, that they liked each other. At the time Amy had ignored it, her mind still messed up from having a huge chunk of her life missing, but now that the thought had entered her head, it was confusing her.
Of course it had entered her head before; she had tried to kiss him, twice. When she had first kissed him, she hadn't even thought of Rory, all she had wanted was the Doctor. The second time she had kissed him she hadn't even thought of anything, she was in shock, she needed comfort, she had needed the Doctor. Both times he had rejected her, but both times he had kissed her back, just for a second, just for the tiniest bit.
She stepped into the lift from the foyer, slightly surprised as she hadn't noticed entering the building, engrossed in thought as she was. The lift sped up quickly to the top floor, knowing where to take her after reading her key, but she stayed inside the small room.
What about Rory? She had been about to marry him, to supposedly spend the rest of her life with him, before he had died. But she had never been sure, she ran away on the night before her wedding with the Doctor, still unsure then as to what to do. Sure, when he had died while they were dreaming she thought she was sure, she thought she knew what she wanted, but had she been so caught up in the emotional turmoil that she had misread her feelings? Rory was her best friend, the boy who had been there for her when the Doctor had not, but did she love him, love him in the way he had wanted her to?
She closed her eyes and concentrated. She pushed past the sadness, the loss of her best friend, and studied herself, focusing on how she felt, what she felt, what this all meant. She focused until one thought pushed clear through the rest.
Relief.
Her eyes snapped open in shock. Relief? She was relieved that Rory had died?
Of course not like that, she never wanted him to die, but now that he had, she was free. She felt free! He had been the only thing tying her down to a life at home, in Leadworth. She had seen it the other night, she had felt it, Rory wanted a wife, a mother to his children, that boring, stable life in the dream, but Amy wanted something different. She wanted adventure, she wanted the Doctor.
Opening her eyes, she left the lift, stepping out into the hallway and quickly saw her door, the only door. Apparently the honeymoon suite was also the penthouse suite. She paused before opening the door, unsure. What would she do now? Now that she knew that she wanted something more with the Doctor, how was she meant to go about it? Should she even try? Was that even an option for the Doctor; based on his previous rejections of her, it may well not be.
But was Amy one to ever shy away from a challenge?