"Don't know, maybe to house some unknown alien race in the middle of Leadworth?" Rory's not sure sitting here in the middle of Central Park is a good idea. "Maybe it's more of that pollen stuff." He says, recalling the ordeal of almost freezing to death in the TARDIS.

He gets to his feet and he looks at his grass stained socks. "Alright, but I could use a pair of shoes. I'm looking rather daft right now with the entire couch and socks thing.""