"You can't miss him," Amy insists, clinging again to the hope that she feels resurfacing. "Tall as me," she says, gesturing to her nose. "Big, pointy nose, the kind you can't miss. It's the sort of nose that when you're kissing, you think, 'is it going to poke me this time'?" she jokes, aware that her teasing that edges on cruel probably isn't the smartest thing to lead in with. Not everyone is Rory or the Doctor, who've had years to get used to Amy's sharper jokes.

"Thorfinn," she echoes. "Is that the only way people come here? No spaceships?" she checks, on the off chance that maybe the Doctor is lingering around, just waiting to jump out and surprise her.