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Every time Amy heard that name escape the Doctor's lips it startled her; it sounded so familiar yet strange and it stirred up emotions that she couldn't explain. She sat up and looked at him with her eyebrows pushed together in the worried look that she often had. A crease between her eyebrows and her eyes squinted slightly.
"Who's Rory?" She called after him.
That was a question that would never get answered; she asked him about it when they were visiting Vincent and he avoided it like it was the plague or some horrible space disease that she didn't know about. With a defeated sigh, she flopped back on the bed. Her mind was spinning and no matter how hard she tried to relax, it wasn't working. Amy pushed herself off the bed and started to pace around the room. Though it stopped when she caught sight of herself in the mirror. There were tears streaming down her cheeks and she quickly wiped them away.
Hopefully the Doctor wouldn't be gone too long. Amy didn't like being left alone with her thoughts for too long and the Doctor was always a nice distraction.