The truth is, not much happens in this story. That's not the point. It's a brilliant portrait of Rory Williams, who describes himself as "quite ordinary, really" despite all of the extraordinary things that have happened to him. It's also a portrait of the Doctor as seen through Rory's eyes. I lovelovelove authors who understand that the Doctor is an alien. However kind and compassionate he may be, however much he cares for us humans, he is not like us.
"You lot," the Doctor whispered. As far as I can tell, that's Time Lord for homo sapiens sapiens. "You never notice. You never notice."
"Er. Notice what?"
He let go of me. "When you're being magnificent."He was giving me that smile. The one that says, I've seen stars born and galaxies die, I can feel the tides of the universe, I've challenged armies and played chess with demons and brought down gods–and that's all just stuff. You, though, you're wonderful. The most marvellous thing in the universe, right in front of me.
There's also some reference to Rory's Roman memories, which is another favorite theme of mine.
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