As clary and Oswin entered the hotel, with their father and their luggage in tow, they caught a quick glance at the main room. They gasped, as their eyes travelled from things like huge chandeliers and ornate marble statues, to things like waiters lighting cigarettes and bellboys waiting to take people's luggage up stairs.

They giggled, as their father panted, and face-palmed at his two giggle machines of daughters. He sighed, and dragged them, and their luggage, to the front desk.

After the old man at the receptionist had given them their key and told a bellboy to carry their luggage upstairs, that's when clary and Oswin told their father they were going to observe the scenery outside.

Clary and Oswin were found by Clara, their father and their brother in law, staring and sighing at men who entered the hotel. "It's raining men!" clary whispered, and Oswin laughed. "Hallelujah!"

Clara laughed at what was about to take place, and her husband-to-be stood beside her, hand in hand.

Her father pinched Clary's and Oswin's ear, and dragged them off their seats, as they yelled profanities and apologies and other 'ies'.

Clara shook her head, and smiled. She knew this was going to happen. She looked up into her fiancés face, which smiled back at her, glad to see her laugh. She brightened up. It was going to be very good wedding after all.

As Donna and nine landed, Donna annoyingly put on her seat belt.

Nine simply stared at his best friend, wondering why he hadn't made a move all these years.

"What are you looking at, space man?!" Donna asked him, snapping her fingers. The trance was broken, and he realized why he hadn't made a move till now.

Because, he would get a tight, harder than stone slap across his cheek if he did. So he mumbled something about the clouds, and turned away.

Amy and Rory walked out of the airport, dragging their various suitcases with them. It had been a long flight, albeit comfortable, and both were glad they were on land again.

"So, Rory, um, I was wondering, what your thoughts are on having children." Amy asked, trying to hide the mix of nervousness and eagerness for his answer.

"Sure. I mean, one day. We're both busy now, and young, and I think we have enough time to think it out, you know?" Rory replied, not really focusing on his wife's expression or eagerness, instead focusing on finding a cab.

Amy hushed up, not wanting to say a word about how her stick had been positive.

"Jack, if you want to stay alive after this, I suggest you get your arse into this white cab!" Martha's voice clearly portrayed her anger, and Jack slid into the car.

He was why they'd been kicked off the airline at Ireland, after all. Guess who the manager had found screwing an air hostess in the toilet? Jack harness. Ding ding! You win a prize for guessing the right answer!

Martha drove like a mad woman, desperate to make it on time, and not be forever known in the family as the 'late-comer.'

This was known as the first time Martha, Mickey and jack weren't the last to arrive at a family gathering. They were second last.

Professor river song was jetlagged after the whole thing. She was just going there to enjoy things, meet new people, and to get away from that extremely creepy man who kept looking into her lecture hall.

And to see who her ex-boyfriend was marrying. And to cause a little trouble. It'd be fun, nor harm done. I'm a poet and I don't realize it. She thought, as she walked over to the luggage department.

She was right about one thing.

It would be fun.

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Rose kept talking on her phone, as they drove in the car they had rented out.

As ten tried to observe the scenery and the beautiful things in Scotland, it was more than annoying when his girlfriend yelled on the phone about someone being a cow, or some other obscenity.

After a half hour of this, it was the understatement of the year that ten was annoyed. He was at the point where he would gladly throw his keys and his wife's phone out the window and into the field they were passing through. So, that's what he did. He stopped the car, yanked the key out of the ignition, yanked rose's phone, and threw them out the window.

Only after this and rose yelling, 'what the hell?!' did he realize what he had done.

"Um, rose? We have a minor setback." He said, as his girlfriend fumed.

"Put on your seat belts! Now! Artie, why did you drink so much soda when you know you get hyper?! How did Clara ever manage to do this?! Why am I doing this?!" Nina said, as Angie rolled her eyes, listening to her iPod, and artie bobbed up and down in his seat, feet tapping and eye twitching continuously.

Nina rubbed her temples. If Clara didn't have a spa there, she didn't know what she'd do.

The rest of the landing trip was filled with sounds of Angie's tone-deaf singing and artie's electronic music bopping.