Luka reaches in Rory's direction and finds her outstretched arms, using them to pull himself up from the floor.

"Thanks, Rory." he says, stumbling into her slightly with the rocking of the traincar, but catching himself quickly again.

"So that wasn't a dream? I heard some talk about it being forty years ago but I wasn't sure I really believed it. But I came across the cracks, and the Wizard showed up looking totally different. So who knows. I mean, in that case, are we even in the present now?"