Her whole countenance undergoes a slow transformation from that stern jawline and beetled brow, suspicion and barely-contained hope in her eyes, to relief and delight so strong it bubbles up in a short laugh. There's only one other man who can put that kind of sparkle in Amy's eyes, and he just so happens to be wherever the Doctor has got off to.

"When?" she demands, rising out of her seat.

She keeps her eyes locked with his, however. It's like she's holding onto a candle in a gale, knowing if she isn't careful the flame will go out. Right now that flame is in this fellow's eyes, recognition and hope so fragile she cannot risk snuffing it. It's the closest she's come to getting home yet.

"Did he come, too?" she asks, daring to believe.