Rory wasn't really sure what to make of the approaching New Year. With Christmas a few days behind him and a rocky few weeks with Amy, they seemed to have resolved things enough that he knew he'd have a date when the ball dropped. It was a bit strange thinking how he'd be behind the times from Leadworth this year. Then again, what was time after traveling with the Doctor? The was meant to be lighthearted but Rory began to dwell on it as he wandered down the main street and his look turned pensive.
He still had a gap in his memories. All the people he remembered from his life before had arrived out of order. Sometimes the memories of the Lone Centurion pressed at the edges of his dreams. Time was a strange and powerful force in Rory Williams' life, there was no denying it. He had not, however, suffered an irreparable loss of time, although he hated to think he might have to qualify that with a yet.
There was a good knock to his shoulder which drew Rory out of his daze. Actually, it knocked him off his feet which was kind of amusing to him, odd as that might have sounded. "Oh, I'll live," he assured the other man, holding out his hand to get some assistance back to his feet. "Besides, my head was in a different cloud. Didn't do you any harm, did I?" He hadn't missed the genuine concern in the stranger's tone and he hoped his own words conveyed a similar sense of honest interest.