Rory had been passing by the old control room in the TARDIS. He was grateful that the whole situation in the medbay had sorted itself out finally and he was finally getting rest as was Anatoly. Biting a piece of the cookie he had in his hand he nearly ran into someone as they came out of the room and he blinked when he realized who it was.
Managing to swallow the bit of the cookie he had in his mouth, he stared in shock. It had been months, very close to a year, since he had seen her in the flesh. Yet now here she was standing in front of him. "....A-Amy?" he sputtered. This was...bloody hell this had to be a dream. He reached out and poked her shoulder gently just to affirm she was real and wasn't a ghost or hologram or god knew what else the Seal had decided to throw at them.