001 | audio

Jan 25, 2011 00:21

[have a contemplative Scottish voice speaking into the comm. Amy's laid out on the bed in Rory's pod (which she is, for all intents and purposes, living in), looking up at the ceiling with the hand holding her comm resting on her chest]

I feel like I've been on honeymoon. A really weird, rainy, not-on-Earth honeymoon, staying in a giant artichoke instead of a hotel. But I'm not even married yet. ...I wonder if I ever will be now. If we're here and the Doctor's not, how are we supposed to get home for the wedding?

verse: vertiline

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