It's actually fairly easy to see the differences in the two men, honestly. The clothes for one, plus Rip's got the beard and Rory is the most beautiful person Amy's ever seen in her entire life in every single reality so, you know. Minor details.

Rip has a beautiful face, but it's not her Rory.

"I suppose," Amy murmurs, like she's considering it. Maybe she is. Maybe's she's not. In either case, she huffs out a heavy sigh, making a face at her glass like the alcohol has betrayed her in not making her feel better like it promised. "Sometimes I'll say something and people will look at me like I've already gone 'round the bend." She taps the journal with her index finger. "I thought writing it down would help but it really does just make my life seem impossible."