"I forgot for awhile too. It's easy, apparently, to forget it. Harder once you remember to forget it again." He settled carefully on the edge of the bed, taking more from his experience looking after Conner than Molly for his grown daughter. He kept her hand, battle worn though it was, tight in his own. He brought his other hand to cradle it, gently rubbing her fingers. Soothing, protective. She's his daughter, and he never considered only parenting halfway.

"Amy gets taken? Why? What would they want with us or you?" He scowled, the face of a protector who's protectorate had been challenged and isn't at all happy about it. His hands tightened very slightly around her fingers, making it obvious that she, too, was now included in that number. In the people that Rory protected.