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We walked into the museum about fifteen minutes later. It was gorgeous. Statues and paintings everywhere. Rory talked for an hour about the centurions to Alex and Amy sat and stared at the Van Gogh paintings. She showed me the sunflower painting and told me about her and the Doctor's trip to visit him. After a couple hours, we decided to have some dinner. We all walked down through Italy to a nice restaurant in the heart of Florence. We all sat down and talked. Alex still needed a bit of clearing up on the while time travel thing. "So you are nearly 1100 years old and have traveled all throughout time and space in a police box that is bigger on the inside and have regenerated 11 times since 1963 and have had 54 'companions' and married my mom just one day ago to save my life?" Alex basically summed up The Doctor's life up to this point. "Erm... Yeah. That just about does it." He replied. She turned to me. "And you traveled in opposite directions of time streams from him and are part time lord because you were conceived on the TARDIS and you were raised by an evil nut job to kill my dad but ended up loving him but then you regenerated to the you I grew up with in a life I was previously in and you regenerated then I regenerated?" I nodded. "Yeah. Pretty much..." I looked at Amy and we started laughing. "You are one absolute genius, kid." Amy said as she stopped laughing and looked right at Alex. "That's what the entire European land mass calls me." I pulled Alex in for a side hug. "Time Lord blood can also have an effect on that.." I said. "I still don't understand. If you brought me back to my original form by using regeneration energy, then how can I have pure Time Lord blood?" She said, gently pulling out of my hug. "Well, that my dear, is classified." Amy said. "Yeah. Classified." I repeated, poking at The Doctor. "Don't want to talk about it. EVER." The Doctor said, completely disgusted by the memory. I lifted my eyebrows looking at Amy. She returned the look. "Alex, have you ever wanted to ride on a gondola?" Rory asked, pulling her attention away from Amy and I. "Yeah!! Lascia andare!!" She said, in her fluent Italian. They got up out of the booth and Rory said "Alright, you lot. Lets go on a gondola ride!!" He pulled Amy out and the Doctor took my hand.
