Something had always drawn Rory to her. It's obvious she'd grown into a beautiful young woman so that really helped things along; attraction-wise. But there was something else. He couldn't put his finger on it exactly. In fact sometimes it didn't make sense since she was just plain mean to him. She'd flirt with other people right in front of him and she didn't stop even after they were married. He did enjoy her sexual appetite of course but there was a level of respect that he never got from her. Yeah, at the end of the day she always came home to him but it didn't feel like she respected him.

Somewhere behind his sweet and unassuming exterior was someone who wanted respect. In some ways he almost wanted to be feared but those sort of feelings he kept to himself knowing they were a bit strange. He never felt that way before. It started around the time he married Amy and The Doctor came back into their lives again.

Ever since he started traveling with the doctor he's started feeling stranger and stranger. He'd have these dreams that didn't seem to belong to him. These dreams scared him but this other side of him seemed to enjoy them. He's had dreams of slowly killing Amy and enjoying it. It didn't make sense when he woke up. When he woke up he was Rory and he loved Amy and he would do anything for her but when he'd fall asleep he had his hands around her neck and she grew weak and cold and limp in his arms and he loved it.

It was scary but who could he talk to about it? If he told Amy she'd freak and slap him across the face. If he told The Doctor he'd probably make a big deal out of it and scan his head for alien interference or something. Thinking about it; maybe it was something alien in his brain. His thoughts didn't seem human. It was like someone else had added things into his head that weren't his.

It reminded him of a schizophrenic patient he once had. Rory had understood where he was coming from when the patient explained his symptoms but Rory didn't have any split personalities. None that he knew about anyway.

Rory had a way of feeling incredibly empathetic towards his patients. You'd think someone so prone to feeling the pain of others would want to stay away from a hospital filled with the sick and dying but Rory was drawn to the medical field for as long as he could remember.

He came home from work and threw his backpack on the floor by the closet in the bedroom and laid his head down on the bed letting out a heavy sigh. A patient died today. A sweet old woman who'd been in pain for some time now. It was for the best that she finally got a chance to rest; Rory figured in an attempt to think positively. But Rory wasn't the sort to believe in things like the fate or the afterlife.

His headaches had been getting worse and worse. He thought maybe they just had to do with stress. Amy and Rory had been on the rocks lately. It drove him mad with anger but he held it all in as he often did. He got up to go to the medicine cabinet for an aspirin but a sound stopped him.

It was a ticking noise and seeing as how all his clocks were digital he didn't know where the sound was coming from. He looked through all his things to find its source was a small gold pocket watch in his backpack. It was odd because Rory doesn't remember ever seeing it before but a voice inside him said it looked oddly familiar. "How did you get here?" Rory thought out loud looking at the watch. He reaches for it and it begins to glow as he touches it.

"Hello?" Amy's voice calls from downstairs.

"Yeah?" Rory quickly closes the watch in a drawer and sits back on the bed.

"Just got home?" Amy asks.

"Yep" Rory looked at her and then back at the drawer where the watch was hiding. He could almost hear a voice telling him he has to open it.

Amy went to the bathroom and Rory could hear her turning on the shower and getting in. He took a peek through the slightly opened door to look at her undress. It'd been over a month since she'd let him touch her. She'd say she wasn't feeling well but Rory knew what it was.

Ever since the doctor dropped them off 2 years ago she'd gotten farther and farther away from him. In some ways she blamed Rory for bringing her down. It wasn't like she wasn't in the mood. Rory knew she'd slept with half the models she's worked with since her modeling career took off. He'd even had a few run ins where he'd caught her in the act. He thought about divorce but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Open it!" a disembodied voice called to him and Rory quickly turned away from the bathroom door and ran back to the drawer where the watch was hiding.

"Shut up" he whispered to it but quickly realized no one else could hear it but him.

Just then the all too familiar sound of the Tardis could be heard coming from the living room. Rory grabbed the watch and put it in his pocket as he ran downstairs. A wet Amy in a white cotton bathrobe soon followed.

"Ponds!" The Doctor ran out and kissed them both on the cheek. "Sorry. Bad time?" he looked at Amy who was creating a small puddle in the living room floor.

"I was a little busy, yeah" she scoffs. "What makes you decide to show up now?"

"Well, I felt..." The Doctor looks at Rory curiously. "I felt you could use a vacation."

"Well, you'd be right but if you haven't noticed I was in the middle of something and I'd like to finish before we go anywhere." Amy turns back around and goes upstairs. "Don't you dare run off while I'm gone!" she yells from upstairs.

"We'll be waiting right here" The Doctor yells back. "Right, Rory?"

"Yeah" Rory shifts and looks at the ground with his hands firmly in his pockets. He feels the watch with his fingers and feels slightly uncomfortable with The Doctor for some reason.