At times, Rory could hardly beileve his life- he and his fiancee, being swept into the stars, going everywhere and anytime, being erased from time, being rewritten into a plastic Roman soldier, and neeeding to guard a box that contanied his girlfriend for two thousand of years. But, he thought, standing infront of the Pandorica, I'm here, and waiting. He found a piece of charcoal and marked the walls for every day that passed- if he was accurate, that had been ten years ago.
The most interesting thing that he had seen so far was the two words scratched into the stone near the base of the Pandorica. They seemed almost familiar to him, like he had heard them many times before, but nothing came to mind. So, to keep himself sane, he mused about it outloud.
"Bad wolf. What do you think it means? Other than a bad wolf, I mean. I didn't put it there, and it wasn't there when the Doctor was here, so who carved it there?" He reflected about this for a bit, before adding, "I've been here the whole time, too, and I don't need to sleep. No one came in, ever."

He occasionally went outside, and looked around for any sign that time was, in fact, passing. Rory would often find himself lost in thought, leaning against one of the pillars of Stonehenge. One particular day, though, he was interrupted from his thinking by a blast of golden light. Startled, he reached for his sword and spun, to a blondish woman standing in the center of the pillars. He faltered for a moment, but returned to his soldier stance.
"Who are you?" He hissed, pointing his sword to her chest.
"Just a traveller. Relax, I don't want to hurt you." She looked at him pointedly, and added, "Also, I'd be pretty dissapointed to go through all that just to die."
Rory relaxed, but only slightly. He lowered his sword and asked, "What do you want? And what do you mean, 'all that'?"
"I'm looking for someone. 'All that' was a load of travelling. Say, what's the year?"
He scoffed. "I don't know. Been a bit preoccupied to pay attention to that."
She looked at him quizically, and asked "Do you know where we are, at least?"
"Stonehenge. How did you get here, anyway?" "Oh, that's complicated. Although I will say that it involved an unnessarely large amount of wrong destinations. I think I'm in the right place though." She mutters, eyes growing a bit distant.
Rory says, "Oh," and leaves it at that.

The woman wanders around the place under Rory's watchful eye, sometimes saying things like "I thought he was here, though," and "It smelled like time, and he loves to leave it all over," until he couldn't help but be curious.

"Who were you looking for, then?"

The woman straightens up a bit, turns to him, and simply says, "A friend."
"And this friends name?"
She laughs. "Never told me."

Rory decides to ignore this, and questions, "Your name?"
She stiffens a bit. "Does it matter?"
"Well, you don't look like you're leaving anytime soon, and I need something to call you, don't I?"
She looks at him, seemingly anilizing him, and sighs. "Rose. And you're right, I'm not leaving, so I need something to call you by as well."
"Rory."
They both relax a bit more.

Rory quickly decides that he'll watch Rose until he trusts her enough to go to the Pandorica. When it gets dark, she pulls a tent from a backpack he hadn't noticed before and sets it up. He reevaluates Rose, attempting to figure out more of where she was from. The clothes she was wearing seemed awfully far in the future, his time at least, and she wore a jacket with a strange T shape on it. The backpack and tent bear the same symbols, along with three words. Project Bad Wolf. "What's bad wolf?" He asks her, unable to keep himself from asking.

She doesn't look up. "Something my friend spoke of."
Not satsfied, he walks over to where she appears to be making a fire and sits across from her. Rose glances at him, and resumes building the fire.
"I assume you want answers," She says flatly.
"For the most part, yes. Why are you here?"
"As I said, I'm looking for a friend. He was here, and I think he'll be back."
Rory looks at her. "How long ago was this?"
"About ten years, give or take." She looks at him, noticing the seriousness in his eyes. "Why?"
Rory blinks, slowly piecing things together. Travelling, perhaps in time? The nameless friend, the Doctor? It seemed possible.
"Would the mentioned friend also be a traveller?" He asked. /Best if she doesn't think I'm insane, if I'm wrong./ She looks at him.
"Yes. He didn't do normal travelling though, had a thrist for excitement."
"Call himself the Doctor?" He mentioned in an offhand voice, looking for her reaction.
Rose's eye grew. "You know him," she breathed, a grin growing on her face.
Rory relaxed, and laughed. "Travelled with him, know him pretty well."
She looked at him expectanly, and asks, "Where is he, then?"
Oh. Whoops. "He's, uh, not here." Rory stutters.
"He has to be somewhere, so where?" She presses.
He sighs. "Two thousand years in the future."
Her face falls, and he prepares for her to start sobbing. He's surprised by what she says.
"And he left you here? Seriously, what's up with that?" Her face grows into what he can only explain as a cross motherly figure's.
"Well, uh, there's sorta this box with my fiancee in it, and he offered to take me with him and I wanted to guard it-" Rose interrupts him.
"You look human. Are you?"
Rory is, again, surprised. "I am technically, but I got, uh, unwritten from time, and now I'm an auton. So I can't die, I think."
"And you're waiting for the Doctor to return?"
"Yes, I am."
She flashes him a bright grin. "So am I."

So, I hope that wasn't too horrible. Reviews would be awesome, and so are critiques!