The strange thing was that those first few weeks in Red Oak had mostly been easier on Rory's sleeping patterns. His disjointed dreams were more tinged with memories but they were being slowly accrued and vast portions of his life experience were still withheld from him. Then came Halloween and the enchantment on the Centurion costume and everything leading up to the Pandorica had come back to him in a rush. The whole process had been sped up although there were still plenty of gaps. It was just uncomfortable having certain things surface in his dreams.
He didn't want to walk in the TARDIS with its potentially labyrinthine hallways. He wanted fresh air and the stars and he needed to burn off some energy. He didn't mind the walk and he didn't feel under prepared should danger lurk. He knew from the reports on the comm that a gun might not do much besides buy him time but he'd defeated a pack of zombies with a sword on Halloween and he was feeling fairly confident in his capacities for self-defense.
Besides he would just walk to the Manor. It was a well populated place, plenty of transplants, several of whom he'd helped settle here. If he needed, he could duck in there until it was safe to walk back. He noticed a woman with a white jacket as he made his way over the grounds. She didn't look particularly lost or aimless and she was close to a place of residence so she might not be new to town. Still, no reason not to be friendly. "Evening," Rory said, giving her a slight wave.