He stood out on the dock that Amy liked to come to when she wanted to be alone. It was secluded and he knew it was somewhere she thought he didn't know about, but he did. She came here often, especially after she had followed him back to 1938.

She had acted like it was the best decision that she could have made, but he knew that it was killing her. He let out a deep breath that he could see in the cold and turned around to try another place. Amy had never disappeared for this long and it was scarring him.

He tightened his coat around him and stepped back out onto the path that he had started on and decided to try her favorite diner. It only took him five minutes to get from the spot in the park to the diner. It was something that Amy loved about New York. Everything was close by; she wasn't someone that was great at waiting. Well waiting for most things.

He pushed the door open and the warm air welcomed him into the diner. Almost sweating from the change in temperature he took off his gloves and coat and walked up to the counter. "Hey British where's Scottish?" The fry cook asked him in a thick New York accent.

"I don't know, I thought you might know Mike. I already looked in the park and the library is closed this early in the morning, so I didn't know where else to look." The man behind the counter finished the fries he was cooking and walked over to Rory. The diner was empty except for a couple in the corner ending their night and a police man getting his cup of coffee before starting his early shift.

"Wait, you don't know where she is? I haven't seen her Rory. Have you tried the flower market down the street? She's always telling me about some new flower that she saw down there, sometimes she brings me a few to put next to the cash register for the misses." Rory nodded and then started to put his gloves back on. "Hold on Rory you look frozen do you want a cup of Joe? Free of charge."

"No thanks Mike, I really need to find Amy. I'm worried she's found some trouble, she's great at that." He put his coat back on and then slipped back into the freezing cold January air. The flower market, it surprised him that he hadn't thought of it earlier. She was always bringing home flowers, especially blue ones, to put in their kitchen. He waved down a taxi and directed him towards the market.

The ride was quick and only took him a matter of minutes to make it to the enormous flower market, in one of the corners of Central Park. He paid the taxi and then stepped out to hundreds of flowers being unloaded in the freezing cold from greenhouses and far off warm places to be sold to those that wanted a happier day.

He walked through market and didn't spot Amy so he decided to make his way back to their apartment to see if she had come home. Before he left he stopped in front of a vender that was selling dark blue pansies and bought a small bouquet for his wife for when he finally found her. Afterwards he walked the ten minutes back to their apartment building and waited patiently for the elevator.

He really hoped that Amy was back home. Not that he minded waiting for her, he was just worried. The elevator opened and he stepped on pressing the button that would take him up to their twentieth floor apartment. Jazz music flowed through the elevator as it slowly inched up to his flat. That was something that he truly did miss about 2012, elevators that moved faster than walking up twenty flights of stairs.

He finally made it to his floor and started looking for his keys while he walked around the corner to their door. He was surprised to see it was opened and he rushed in to see if Amy had come home. He was shocked to not see Amy in their living room but a couple that he had never seen before.

"Amelia, I think I found Rory!" The tall man shouted into the bedroom. Amy came out carrying two suitcases smiling ear to ear.

"Rory! I hope you weren't too worried! I passed out so I lost track of time. Oh are those for me?" He stood unable to process everything that was happening as Amy rushed over and took the flowers from him. Who were these people? Where did Amy find them at four in the morning? Where was she going? Was she giving away their suitcases again? She passed out, was she okay?

"Amy, what's going on? Where were you? Who are these people?" Amy opened up one of the suitcases and started to fill it with the pictures around their home.

"Oh well this is Rose and John. John, do you think I'll need to bring more than a few changes of clothes?"

"Um, well if you run out of clothes the Tardis always has something you can change into. And hello," he said turning to Rory, "This is Rose and I'm the Doctor," The blond girl next to him elbowed him in the side, "err no I'm John, sorry forgot about that."

"Amy what's going on, where have you been?" She walked passed him and grabbed the clock off of the wall and walked back to the suitcases and started to try to squeeze it in.

"I've always loved this clock; don't want to leave it that would be such a waste of a great clock." She finished packing the suitcases and handed one to Rory and the other one to John. "You don't mind carrying this do you John?" The tall man shook his head no and Amy started to turn off all of the lights in the apartment. "Don't just stand their Rory we have a time lord to find."

"Amy Pond stop moving around and tell me what in the world is going on. You disappear for hours and then come back and pack our suitcases and expect me to come with you and these two strangers who somehow know about the Doctor to who knows where. Amy please just tell me what is going on." Rory said placing the suitcase on the ground and setting his wife down on the sofa.

"Well this is John, who is a clone of the Doctor from the past. And the blond girl is his wife Rose Tyler. They have their own Tardis and they're looking for the real Doctor and they're going to take us with them to find him. Can we leave now Rory? Please?" Rory processed all of the things Amy had quickly told him, and then turned to look at Rose.

"That's Rose? Rose Tyler?"