Amy was still trying to get her bearings. Donna had told her there were multiple of the Doctor here, but she had yet to find them. She had met a Rory that wasn't Rory, and frankly, she was getting ticked off. No Doctor, No Rory, No River. Right then, Amy was going to get to the bottom of this herself, no matter what it took, because back home there was a centaurian waiting for her. And she'd kept him waiting long enough. About two thousand and sixteen or so years, depending on who was counting and from where.

So maybe she might seem interesting to watch. A fiery redhead, just edging past prime with a determined look on her face and... absolutely no clue where she was going. But she was going to get there!