The Roaring Twenties

Rory and the Pandorica were in London. Big surprise there. He seemed to spend a lot of his time in London. Or he tried to. After spending so much time in and out of the city over nearly two thousand years, it was the place he felt safest. It was the most familiar, even if it had changed a lot.

Having spent so much time in the city, and being the legend that he was, it was easy to find somewhere where he and the Pandorica could stay for the time being. That place wasn’t in London. Nor was it with anyone who was particularly influential in the government or well-known at all. And in fact being in London hadn’t helped him come to this decision at all.

One summer when Rory had been a child, he’d gone with his parents to visit Chartwell. Even now, he could vaguely remember where it was and it was there Rory was going to stay. Or at least that was where he hoped to stay. It took him the better part of the day to get there. It wasn’t easy to convince people to give him and the Pandorica a ride anywhere. But finally he’d arrived. Fortunately for him, Churchill required far less convincing to allow Rory to stay.

So he was in Kent, the Pandorica was safe inside Chartwell, and Rory was using this rare free time of his to explore the area.