This was the best thing about living here. There were spas practically on every corner. Amy's funds were running a bit low, but she still had the psychic paper that she'd borrowed from The Doctor, so she was doing all right. It made her feel just the teensiest bit guilty, though. So she was going to have to get a job soon, she thought. Unless she could convince The Doctor to move to Brightford. A bit weird he wasn't her Doctor, necessarily. Silly timelines being all wonky.
She was relaxing in the resting room at the spa, examining the menu of treatments and trying to figure out what to do today. Steam room? Massage? Mani/pedi? Something else? She knew they did hot stone massage, but she'd never tried that one. And Amy Pond wasn't really into acupuncture. They had mud baths, too--but that felt a bit dirty. The choices were all there, but when one forced the Girl Who Waited into thoughtful decision making, it took some time. Under normal circumstances, Amy was a "leap before you look" kind of person. Today something was holding her up--some indecision that she couldn't quite figure out.