"How am I supposed to get anything on with this thing on my head?" Joan exclaimed from the TARDIS's expansive clothing room.

"Uh, try jumping into it." Rory suggested from the chair he had placed at the wardrobe's entrance, "You know."

"But that doesn't work for shirts!"

"You could try button ups," He stated, "or dresses."

"Right," She jumped out from behind a wall with a white button up shirt, "Is this good?" Rory instantly covered his eyes.

"…Uh… no, not really."

"What's wrong? Is it the stripes?"

"… Well… you're not wearing… pants." Or trousers really, but that wasn't the major issue.

"Oh, right, knew I forgot something." She went back behind the wall and Rory let out a sigh of relief. "How's this?" The woman came back with a different top, this time wearing the appropriate undergarment. He examined her for a moment, noticing something not quite right with her chest.

"Do you have a bra on?" Rory asked. She had forgotten her pants after all.

"Bra?" Joan asked cluelessly.

"It's," Rory stuttered, "that's," He really shouldn't have to explain this, "Just follow me." The nurse grabbed the girl's arm and showed her the white garment she had discarded earlier.

"Oh that's what that thing is!" Joan exclaimed joyously before staring at it in confusion. "What do I do with it?" Rory sighed, took off her shirt, spun her around and assisted her in putting her bra back on.

"Why do I know more about this than you do?" He muttered.

"Well you have a memory." Joan chirped, "That's a good starting point." Once the item of clothing was in place Joan turned to other clothes and Rory went back to his chair. After a moment the woman returned with a new wardrobe. "Did I get everything?" Rory looked her up and down and nodded in acceptance.

"Not bad," He stated. She beamed.

"Excellent! How do I look?" Joan spun around to give Rory a better view of her new clothes. They featured a long sleeved brown corduroy dress, a red ribbon tied around her waist into a clumsy bow at her back, beat up brown hiking boots and an orange scarf. To be honest Joan's new outfit looked like something a hobo would have put together after a second hand clothes store threw out its worst selection, but at least she was decently dressed.

"Great," Rory lied, "you look just fine. Now let's get out of the wardrobe, right now." Joan looked around quickly and picked up a couple of straps that had been in the pile to her right.

"Just a moment." She knelt down to the device holding her mind's contents and wrapped the straps around it. Much to her enjoyment, they were a perfect fit. "Look, a harness!" She jumped up with the cube strapped securely to her back. "Much more convenient." Rory didn't seem that impressed as he glanced at his watch for what had to be the tenth time in the past minute. Joan frowned. "What's wrong?" Rory was somewhat startled by her inquiry.

"Nothing, just, the Doctor and Amy have been gone a while." He looked back to where the console room was. "And there's more than a slight possibility that they've gotten into trouble." Joan frowned.

"That's not good. Where'd they go?"

"Investigating," Rory stated, running a hand through his hair. "Why did I let them do that?"

"Well I'm mobile now," Joan shrugged, "We could go look for them." Rory nodded.

"If you're up for it." He stated, looking at her uncertainly. She beamed.

"Well I can't just abandon the people who… well, are the only people I know," Joan stated, rocking back and forth on her heels. "Besides, a look around might get me on the way to getting my memory back."

"Do you think you'll be able to?" Rory asked as they walked back to the control room. She nodded.

"It's in the cube somewhere. I just have to find the right place."

"Shouldn't everything in there be yours?" Rory asked with a frown, "It all came from your head." Joan shook said body part.

"There's just too much in there to belong to one person." She didn't elaborate. Rory acknowledged the thoughtful look on her face and did his best not to interrupt her thoughts until they opened the front doors. A strong wind blew them backwards with a large quantity of ash and dust.

"Close the door!" Rory exclaimed fighting the wind to prevent himself from falling over. Joan had held on to the handle and was able to push the door back in place. The duo caught their breath in the misleading silence. "That's a dust storm." Rory stated. Joan's jolted.

"Dust storm:" She stated in an almost robotic voice, "noun. A strong, turbulent wind that carries clouds of fine dust, soil, and sand over a large area." The woman blinked twice and shook her head to dislodge whatever had just happened from her head.

"Do you have a dictionary in there?" Rory asked in confusion.

"Must have." Joan shrugged. The nurse looked back at the doors.

"Amy and the Doctor are out there somewhere." He stated in distress, "They must have gotten caught in the storm."

"It'll end sometime," Joan stated, something in her mind telling her that it was true. "We can go look for them then." Rory nodded but kept his eyes on the door.

"Yeah, we'll just have to do that."