Silly little snippet inspired by the end of The Doctor's Wife. Minute spoiler, blink and you'll miss it.

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"Up the stairs, keep walking til we find it. That could only take all night," Amy muttered.

The TARDIS hallways were still a bit nerve-wracking, given the recent dash for their lives. They still didn't know exactly where they were heading, but at least this time they were fairly certain they weren't going to die or start hallucinating en route. Rory pointed this out. His overly tired wife didn't seem to share his optimism.

"Sure, unless we die of exhaustion. Or starvation. Or any of the other ways you can die when wandering around through ENDLESS CORRIDORS!" Amy replied, letting her voice rise to the point that he knew she wasn't just talking to him anymore. He could have sworn he heard a giggle at the back of his mind, and a door directly before them clicked open.

"Seems someone heard you," he couldn't resist pointing out. Amy grumbled and pushed her way into the room. Rory hesitated outside the door, then patted the wall and whispered, "Thanks." The lights flickered once, and he smiled as he entered.

The bed took up a good portion of the room. It was made of some dark, polished wood, four-postered and ancient looking. The beams supported a canopy that could have housed a small family, draped in heavy, soft fabric figured in strange colors that suggested both peace and slumber. It was a lovely bed.

It was also about four feet high.

Amy sighed in exasperation. Rory circled the bed to get a better look, noting how incredibly comfortable it looked. The bunk beds had been, well, difficult at best for a newly married couple. It just hadn't been a topic they'd felt comfortable bringing up with the Time Lord.

He completed his circuit, allowing himself to contemplate how wonderful sleep would feel once they figured out how to get into the bed, then half laughed. Amy looked at him, a question on her face. He nodded to the corner of the bed, and she joined him to see what he was indicating.

At the far side of the bed, just below the head, was a sturdy wooden staircase. The top of the railing flattened out to leave a built-in bedside table.

Amy laughed. "A bed with a ladder."

Rory just shook his head, smiling. "Can't beat that."