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When Rory blinked awake he frowned. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was... Was getting er, shot by Mrs. Pogitt.
So he was dead? After all those adventures? Just like that? He stood up and looked around the place he was in. Where...?
Was he in some sort of pub? Someone coughed and Rory looked over.
A thin gaunt man with smooth brown hair and a suit looked him over skeptically. Rory wrinkled his brow, "H- hello?"
The man gave Rory a 'look' before speaking in a cultured American accent, "Rory, I believe. Do sit down."
"Who are you?"
"Oh, right to that question? It usually starts with the where."
Rory sat down and he noticed that a plate of pizza sat before the quiet, yet somehow powerful and ancient man, "I've- I've been to plenty of strange places."
"I'm quite aware."
"Rory Williams, by the way, but you know that already- so I suppose formally."
The man seemed slightly surprised by this, it was hard to tell. He didn't seem used to people greeting him cordially.
"I am Death, Rory."
Rory blinked, "Well." A few seconds ticked by, where in Death ate a forkful of pizza before Rory stated, "I've heard stranger."
Death seemed thoughtful for a moment before he said, "Rory Williams, I do believe that we are going to get along quite well. Unfortunately, it's time for you to be going."
"What? I'm dead, aren't I?"
"Yes, but not for long."
"What? How?!" Death snapped his fingers and the British man faded away. Death sighed and resumed eating his pizza.
When Rory's eyes blinked open, it was freezing and all he could think about was Amy and pizza. Which was strange, he didn't particularly like pizza.