“This,” the Doctor announced, “is one of the biggest tourist attractions in this sector of the universe! People travel from the farthest reaches of the galaxy just to marvel at it.”
“It’s… big.” That was the best Rory could come up with, since the object itself wasn’t particularly impressive in any other respect.
Amy glanced at her husband. “I was going to say that.” She turned to study the enormous greenish-grey rock squatting lumpily on the top of a hill. “What is it, exactly?”
“It’s a singing stone!” The Doctor’s smile faded. “Unfortunately, it only sings when the wind’s blowing.”