The drop wasn't far, but it still hurt when he couldn't protect himself from it. Rory - lay there, glaring as hard as he could as Leather Trousers walked away, that being the only act of defiance he was capable of. The chocolate wrapper hit his shoulder gently and fell to the floor.

Fifteen minutes, with nothing to do except worry about Amy and feel sick and stupid - oh, and remember just too late that the phrase he'd wanted earlier was 'aptitude test'. As soon as he got out of here and found Amy, he was definitely getting a wand.