Rory thinks this is what being a great detective must be like. Sherlock Holmes maybe, or Poirot, or… Well, the Doctor seems to have more than a little Columbo about him. The thought makes Rory snigger to himself.
“What’s funny?” Amy hisses as they sneak about searching for clues to whatever’s going on here.
Rory shakes his head; this isn’t the time or place. He knows if he tries to explain it to her now he’ll lose it, and he doesn’t want them getting captured because of a giggling fit. “Tell you later.”
When did his life get so weird?