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Settling into a new home after life in the TARDIS was, Amy imagined, fairly hard for anyone who had ever traveled in the little blue box. Already she missed the space that the TARDIS offered, the amenities that always seemed to be right there when needed, the reliable people constantly in and out.

But she and Rory needed space, especially as a couple soon-to-be-wed, and while Amy was quite fond of the influence and diversity the Doctor and other companions brought to Molly’s life, a TARDIS, with all its halls and swimming pools, was not going to be the best of places when Molly began crawling. A smaller space would be better for the small family, at least for a little while.

It didn’t mean Amy was finished with her box just yet, though. Topsy-turvy as it was, she still returned to see just what of their leftover belongings she could find to bring to the new house. Today was one such trip. It wasn’t hard to find a babysitter for Molly, and her day had opened up just enough to allow a quick trip up to the TARDIS to check on things. With a few bags in hand--just in case something good had turned up since her last visit--Amy headed through the halls of Stacy toward the Hangar.

Time for some shopping.

[[ OoC: Feel free to encounter her anywhere between the City and the TARDIS. Just specify the place and maybe the time (catching her headed there or on the way back). ]]

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Amy enjoyed the Hangar as well, and the sight of the TARDIS amongst the other ships always made her smile. Bright blue box, discreet as always. It was entertaining, almost, how little attention that blue box could catch, even when it was so out of place.

She didn't notice the nearby man until she was about to push on the TARDIS door. His voice caught her ear, and she whirled around quickly to observe him. He obviously knew the TARDIS. There was no other reason she could think of to stand in awe of a police callbox. Eyebrow raised, Amy looked from the man to the TARDIS and back again.

"I was impressed myself when I was told it was here."

"You've been inside?" he asked, before realising that was probably a stupid question. Police boxes weren't generally something people were impressed by, except perhaps if they were criminals and had been caught.

"I'm Ian. You're a friend of the Doctor's?"

Amy grinned. "A few times," she replied, fighting off the urge to wink at him. There were some people who had been inside the TARDIS for spring cleaning on Stacy, but he didn't seem to be the Forced Into Spring Cleaning type. Definite past-companion vibe.

"Amy Pond. I traveled with him for a time, before we ended up here."

"He smiled. "It's good to meet you." He imagined she must have travelled with him sometime after he left - it hadn't seemed like the Doctor had had anyone else on the TARDIS apart from Susan. "Do you know the version of him that's here or a different one?"

"The one that's here." As far as Amy was concerned, that was the only version of him, previous incarnations or not. There were too many strange things on this ship to consider anything or anyone else the Doctor. "What about you, then?"

"When I knew the Doctor he was an older man." He shook his head. "It's strange to see him so different. He never told us he could change like that."

"An older man? Like how much older?" Because while the Doctor was 907-years-old (he said), the idea of him being any form of old man seemed odd. Then again, Jamie had mentioned his Doctor being somewhat older as well, but if the older Doctor was the younger Doctor...

No, she didn't want to think about that. "I think he's gotten a little more open with it. This Doctor's...eccentric."

He shrugged. "He looked to be in his 50s." The subject of the Doctor's age had never come up. "He's always been a bit eccentric, I think. But he did open up more over the time we were with him."

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