AUTHOR'S NOTE So can you imagine if the Doctor managed to get back to the Ponds? Amy racked with guilt about leaving the Doctor alone and Rory imagining his father at home watering their plants. Well this story is here to fill in the gaps!
RORY'S P.O.V
I looked across the hotel's room to Amy sitting at her desk, with her head in her hand while her body rocked along with her sobs. "Amy you have got to stop this!" I yelled at her.
"I can't! Not until he knows we are ok!" she screamed back at me her voice hoarse with the goodbyes she never got to give the Doctor.
"We can't keep this up you know? We can't just spend the rest of our lives here" I whispered more to myself than her. We had been sitting in this dank hotel room for the last three days wishing, waiting for him to come, but he never did. I felt Amy move further from me towards the Raggedy-man and his blue box and all I could was sit here helpless. I would rub her back when she became so sad she couldn't move and would hold back her hair after she'd cried so much she vomited. I would spoon feed her when she refused to eat, I was there for her when he wasn't.
He wasn't coming back.
And she knew that, but she refused to believe it.