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“Maybe something normal?” Amy suggested, and Brem looked at her. “My sort of normal?”
“Something normal?”
“Just for a change of pace. Something quiet. We’ll catch our breath.”
Brem shrugged, and tugged at TARDIS controls, and a few minutes later they were sitting in a café having a thoroughly normal hot chocolate together and discussing the weather. The weather. Such normalcy.
Until the moment when a spaceship crashed into a building down the street from them.
Amy gave Brem a knowing look.
“C’mon,” he smiled, “if it was completely normal, you’d be bored.”
She smiled back. “You’ve got a point.”
