Rory slowed at the sound of an all too unfamiliar voice, a look all at once of confusion coming over his expression. He opened his mouth, close it again and then seemed to pause with that similarly baffled expression on his face; looking the strange sandy haired man up and down with a bit of an air of trying to place exactly how this was even possible. "Uh..." He paused again, looking him back over. "So. So....you're the Doctor. I mean. Still...the Doctor. Younger...Doctor." Rory carried on a little doubtfully as if trying to consider all of this, the boy looking a bit nervous and unsteady on those words. The Doctor looked...different. Well, completely different. In fact, a whole different man.
Rory hadn't been sure what to expect exactly, but then that was every day normal life with the Doctor. Everything was always "never know what to expect" from one place whizzing off to the next. Oh, lucky for him, that was something Amy always took in stride with a spunk and bravery on her side and Rory sort of just traveled on along after; one of her boys just adapting to the crazy ways of the universe such as this very moment. But then again, it brought him back to the time they'd been forced into dream worlds, ages ago but also something far too familiar. It was odd for him. In a way, Rory had to almost battle through four different lives already settled in his head. Four sets of memories and then some, each as fairly real as the last. Somehow it all worked out in his head, but then saying, "Oh hey, I used to travel with the Doctor and I've got over two thousand years worth of memories and four separate lives in my head" just didn't feel like it was quite appropriate for the moment...or, well, at all. Ever. The boy was still trying to actually gather through the fact Amy and the Doctor didn't even remember any of that stuff. Well, as far as he knew the Doctor didn't. It was like being forgotten all over again, except this time neither would remember...because, well, it hadn't happened yet.
"I mean...I guess the outfit's kind of...well, him," He finally admitted with a slight nod to this fact, "And. You sort of sound like him. A bit." He continued, eyes still reaching up to meet Five's. "....But...I mean it's really you. Uh. Past you." Despite himself, he sounded hopeful. And those eyes; Rory might not always be the brightest in the world at some of the time, but they really didn't look like the ones of a Dream Lord or anything that meant him harm at the end of the day. They really didn't. In fact, they looked even a little familiar...something, someone he almost felt comfortable with to trust, if not...and it was odd to say, but a little less weighted. A little less aged...maybe...?
Rory had no idea what the younger Doctor had to deal with. What he'd been through recently or the capability of gathering together the fact there were four of him running around on this island. But the boy was willing to bet anything and then some after all he'd been through that if there was a person that could get them out of this, all of this, it was going to be him: whether young or old or...just plain normal.