"Can you hear them? They're coming

They're in the signal, they're in my head.

Can you hear them? They're coming
They're in the signal, they're in my head.
Can you hear them? They're coming
They're in the signal, they're in my head…"

"I'm so glad you were able to come in, Rory," Amy spoke out with a small smile. The golden haired boy in black framed glasses followed closely behind his ginger haired girlfriend. He walked beside her, trying to keep up with her quick pace as they walked past various patients. One boy was running up and down the pale blue colored halls in a mask made out of a paper plate. He went around repeatedly asking all the nurses if they were his mother. Rory managed to sneak a glance into another room they had rushed past. A man, looking at about 80 or so was meowing at a wall.

"I-It's not a problem, really, I don't mind working with some of the…um…more extreme, I guess," He stammered slightly, "I don't mind a challenge."

"Well this one is a bit of a handful, but he shouldn't be too much of a problem," She replied, slowing to a stop as they reached a door that was already halfway open. Rory peeked inside and looked over at a man with brown hair dressed like he had gone through hell and back. He was wearing a blue dress shirt that had holes and rips everywhere, his pinstripe dress pants were dirtied and ripped at the knees along with his red and white trainers. His lanky arms were spread out across the wall, matching the large crack that was stretched across the drywall in front of him. He had something small, long, and shiny in his right hand. It was a flashlight of some kind, and he kept flashing it at the crack.

"Who is he?" Rory asked, peering at the man's strange behavior and instantly becoming interested.

"Smith, John Smith," Amy replied as she crossed her arms, "Psychosis patient, suffers from Grandiose delusions, I think it's some Schizotypal Personality Disorder. He snuck out last night and security brought him back this morning looking all raggedy like this. He likes to be called 'The Doctor.'"

"Doctor?"

"Yeah, he really likes doctors," She replied with a light laugh, "He's a funny man, his wife brings him police box figurines every now and then when she comes to visit. He calls them his TARDIS."

"TARDIS," He quoted.

"Mmmhm," She chirped out, raising her left eyebrow slightly, "You're in for a treat with this one. He's got all sorts of stories cooked up in that funny little head of his. You'll hear all about it; the Time Lords, Gallifrey, space and time travel, oh and don't forget to ask about the Daleks."

"What the hell is a Dalek?" He asked out, turning around to suddenly find his girlfriend walking down the hall. Rory swallowed deeply in his throat and turned back around, only to be face to face with his new patient, making him jump back a little in shock. The raggedy man eyed him curiously, his eyes darting around every which way across the boy's frame.

"Hello handsome man!" He chirped out with a sudden smile, "Are you him?"

Rory smoothed out his scrub top and cleared his throat.

"H-Hello-I'm sorry, what?"

"Are you him? My companion, my bright and shining companion," He spoke out, rushing over to the wall before stopping midway and turning around to point, "You're Rory Williams."

Rory felt his breast pocket and noticed that his name tag was missing. He must've left it on the dashboard of his car again.

"Ye-Yeah, how did you-"

"Nevermind that, where is Amy?" He asked curiously. He rushed up to the boy and held him by the shoulders, looking over him like she was hiding somewhere behind him. Rory tensed up a little and turned his head, looking behind his back briefly before looking back at the Doctor.

"A-Amy? She's-"

"Off somewhere else, always doing that," He replied, tearing away from the boy, "Well then! Rory, my dearest Rory, how do you feel about ti-Can I have an apple?"

"Wh-Wha?" Rory asked, furrowing a little.

"I asked for an apple," The brunette repeated with a smile, "All I can think about is apples."

Rory looked at him strangely for a minute before looking down at his watch.

"Well er…lunch isn't for another hour or s-

"Earlier you were asking what a Dalek was," The man interrupted, "They're genetically engineered Kaled mutants integrated within a tank-like or robot-like mechanical shell. They are a powerful race bent on universal conquest and domination, utterly without pity, compassion, or remorse and frankly are dreadfully annoying…"

The Doctor stopped and noticed his companion's confused expression. Seeing it couldn't help but make the man smirk. Rory had so much to learn, and the man couldn't wait to show it all to him.

"I'm sorry, you were saying something, what was it?"

Rory stared at the man in awe, his mouth slightly ajar and his eyes widened. He blinked a few times before shaking his head and stammering a little on his sentence.

"Eh-er nothing, I just…um…wanted to say Hello, and-"

"Hello," He interrupted with a smile.

"H-Hi," Rory replied with an airy laugh, "So I erh, will be your nurse for awhile until Donna comes ba-"

"Companion," The Doctor corrected, "You'll be my companion."

"Y-Yeah, companion," Rory stammered, furrowing a little in the process. Still, the Doctor merely grinned and shook the young nurse's hand firmly.

"I look forward to it, Rory," He spoke heartily, "I look forward to all the amazing adventures we're gonna have together,"

"Y…yeah…sure," Rory spoke, coughing a little and looking down at his watch, "Well I've got to go now, but I'll come back in an hour and take you down for meds and lunch."

"Brilliant,"

"Yeah…well uh…Bye." His young companion spoke, waving awkwardly and quickly turning around to leave. As Rory sped walked away from the door, the Doctor walked closer to the doorway and smiled. He watched as the young boy went over to Amy by the Nurses station and started to talk to her. He watched as Amy's lips formed into a smile and laughed a little, her hands immediately covering her mouth in slight shyness. Rory laughed as well and his eyes darted to the floor in nervousness. A smile appeared on the Doctor's lips as he leaned on the doorway and continued to watch the couple. He fiddled with the sonic screwdriver in his hands as sudden flashes of the three of them running danced in his head. He blinked a few times and looked back at the couple. Rory was hugging Amy tightly, gently rocking her from side to side in the process. They then let go of each other and made their way down the hall together, laughing about something he couldn't hear. He watched the backs of their heads with a smile.

"I look forward to the journey," He muttered to himself, "I look forward to it with both of you, soon enough."