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Three years easily becomes four or maybe five. Or maybe it's actually a hundred that becomes six and twenty, and when all is said and done, back to a firmer four.
Rory gets confused with time these days. It's hard to keep up, after all, when you're traveling around with the Doctor - which is where that four comes from. (It's that 'timey-wimey' ... thing the Doctor talks about a lot.) Four-ish years since his life was forever changed.
And it's been brilliant. It's become easier to take for Rory ever since his time in Milliways when the biggest event there - the Allpocalypse: the end of all of time and space - gave him a fair bit of perspective.
Oh, and 2,000 years of guarding a Pandorica would do that to you too.
It's also been stressful, dying and then coming back to life as a Roman, then facing death again and again until it feels like something of a sick joke. But who else can claim to have battled not-vampires, and spent their honeymoon on a starship in the 44th century, and had a run-in with Silurians and Cybermen?
Well, his wife can. Amy Pond.
The reason he'd gone on all these mad adventures to begin with was for her. It was a way for them to share something, and it became a way of life. He couldn't leave her while he went home even if he'd wanted to, and then he never wanted to anyway. She's - at the risk of sounding incredibly soppy and more than a bit foolish - his everything.
Which is why, when Rory suddenly finds himself on the Enterprise, he looks more like a man with purpose. And that's because he's got one. He and the Doctor have been looking for Amy, and this? Is just another stop on his hunt.
(Not that he's deliberately chosen this particular ship or anything, but ... man with a mission, and all that.)
To no one and everyone in particular, he asks - nay, demands: "Where. Is. My. Wife."
Rory gets confused with time these days. It's hard to keep up, after all, when you're traveling around with the Doctor - which is where that four comes from. (It's that 'timey-wimey' ... thing the Doctor talks about a lot.) Four-ish years since his life was forever changed.
And it's been brilliant. It's become easier to take for Rory ever since his time in Milliways when the biggest event there - the Allpocalypse: the end of all of time and space - gave him a fair bit of perspective.
Oh, and 2,000 years of guarding a Pandorica would do that to you too.
It's also been stressful, dying and then coming back to life as a Roman, then facing death again and again until it feels like something of a sick joke. But who else can claim to have battled not-vampires, and spent their honeymoon on a starship in the 44th century, and had a run-in with Silurians and Cybermen?
Well, his wife can. Amy Pond.
The reason he'd gone on all these mad adventures to begin with was for her. It was a way for them to share something, and it became a way of life. He couldn't leave her while he went home even if he'd wanted to, and then he never wanted to anyway. She's - at the risk of sounding incredibly soppy and more than a bit foolish - his everything.
Which is why, when Rory suddenly finds himself on the Enterprise, he looks more like a man with purpose. And that's because he's got one. He and the Doctor have been looking for Amy, and this? Is just another stop on his hunt.
(Not that he's deliberately chosen this particular ship or anything, but ... man with a mission, and all that.)
To no one and everyone in particular, he asks - nay, demands: "Where. Is. My. Wife."