Nora was sitting on a bench in the hotel's garden all by herself, her brown hair all done up and wearing her periwinkle blue bridesmaid dress. She was barefooted, the heels sitting on the bench beside her, and she kicked her feet lazily. Evie and Tom had already been seen off in a car on their way to the honeymoon, but the reception was still going on. At least it had been. She could hear the music beginning to die down, the voices of the guests getting fainter. She had been social, paused for photographs, danced with every boy her mother had shoved at her, but she had finally needed to escape and be alone for a while to mull over her thoughts. Too much had happened that day. She tried thinking about how beautiful and happy Evie had looked that day. Sure she had been confused upon waking, but when Nora said some people wandering by had chased the man off she had accepted it. And then had worked miracles getting them both ready on time. And then she had walked down the aisle, and Nora didn't think there had ever been a more beautiful bride. That's what she tried to focus on. Evie being happy and in love and safe. Not about how much her heart had hurt as she watched the blue box fade away from her life, taking the Doctor with it. She had wanted to see the stars just once, but her opportunity had disappeared from her life while making that wheezing sound. A sound that she'd never hear again. A sound that began filling her ears right at that moment and Nora looked up to see the blue box fading in and out and in and out until it was sitting in front of her. She was on her feet as a beaming Doctor stepped out of the doors and asked if she needed a lift. Nora was silent for a moment, looking at her as though she was making sure she was really there. "Didn't think I'd ever see you again," she managed to say, and tried not to smile like an idiot as she answered the question. "I'm supposed to catch a train back home tomorrow. But I guess your way is quicker. And cheaper." Nora folded her arms over her chest and gave the Doctor a small half smile. "Of all you're offering is just a ride home, of course."