Cassie was taking Pinky, her Kyth Grub-Mole, for a walk in the City. She watched the tiny, pink creature skittering around in front of her, periodically stopping to look back at her. Apparently she had been missed.

The last time Cassie had gone outside Medbay ended in a disaster, with her being exposed to the Melting Clock. But this time would go better. This time she wasn't sneaking out.

She'd recovered from her last surgery, which was by far the most complicated. The skin on her head and neck had been replaced. She'd had to keep immobilized for far longer than she'd wanted to make sure the blood vessels got a good flow established. And now she didn't have to crane her neck permanently to the side. She could turn her head any which way she pleased. It was liberating.

Plus when they'd replaced the skin of her head they'd taken skin that would develop longer hair follicles. No more baldness, now she had a few weeks worth of fuzz on the left side of her head. So what if it looked weird.

All in all this was not a bad day.

"Hey Pinky, how about a hug?" She bent down and scooped up the grub-mole in her arms. "There we go. Good boy."

Despite her originally jumping into the TARDIS without him so long ago (or really, just yesterday, depending on who you asked), Amy had grown accustomed to Rory’s being present on the ship. Now, without him and without the Doctor, things seemed...beyond lonely. River was the only saving grace in the awkward emptiness of the ship, but even she could quite replace what the other two seemed to have taken with them. Jamie was alright, too, but he spent a good portion of his time out of the TARDIS, off having adventures in Engineering, or whatever he did.

Molly took up a lot of concentration, at least. There was plenty to be done with the baby, and Amy hadn’t had the regular nine months that most mothers had to prepare for their babies. It was an adventure and a half, really, and did a lot to sop up the hours until Rory and the Doctor returned.

Quietly, Amy sat next to Molly’s makeshift crib, where the baby finally slept peacefully, and fiddled with the Omnicom in her hands. Rory wouldn’t be able to send her anything for a while, but she wanted to be at the ready in case anything happened on the mission. There was that Lex Luthor to watch out for, after all, and she was going to be ready to give him a piece of her mind when he got back to the ship. For now, it was just waiting and caring. That was alright with her.