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This isn't the first time I woke up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. Well, there was a reason, but I don't like to say the reason outloud, fearing that fear will cause regret. As I lay in the arms of Rory, I dream of the most terryrifing things. Like, the Weeping Angles, or Madam V. and her Silence. It isn't that I am afraid of them, but what they could do.
This night, I dreamt of the Doctor, Rory, and I, running from the angels, in a room with flicker lights, which only helps them to move closer to us. We turn around the corner and in front of us, is the Angels. They first touch Rory, who then flashes into thin air. I scream as I watch my husband disappear.
"Nooooo! Rory! Nooo!" I fall to the ground, my head ducked down. Silence was ringing my ears, and I felt numb. Oh, so numb.
" Amy, we need to get out of here. We will get Rory later. So please…" The Doctor pleads. I can hear the strain his voice, but I don't move. I shake my head, " Amy, please… we can get him back!"
I look up. The Doctor's eys were still on the unmoving angels, but he was cruched to my level. His hands on my shoulder.
"Please…" he whisper.
I am so tired, and this unnerving urge to give up was so unresistable.
I closed my eyes, and knew what to do. I got up, and turned my head towards the Doctor who was still on the floor. A quivering smile spreads my face.
" No…" He gasps, " Don't….!"
He reaches for me, but it is to late. I turn and run right into the Weeping Angels.
Then I disappear, but I can still see the Doctor, left on his own.
He yells "AMY! RORY!" His arm is still stretched out, like still reaching for something. After a minute, he retreats his arm, eyes wide, while tears rain down his cheeks. He is on his knees, with his head facing the floor. The figure of lost. For the longest time, the angels didn't move forward. They only look at him.
He raises his head. "Why aren't you coming for me!" he stands up and opens his arms wide "Here I am take me!"
But the angels are still.
" TAKE ME!" He screams with filled pain and torture.
The angels suddenelly vanish. An angry Doctor then punches the wall "NO!" He cluches his hand, which starts to bleed. A tear rolls down to the corner of his mouth. He wipes the tear with his blooded hand. Leaving tiny marks of blood on his face.
That is when I expect the dream to end, but surprisingly, it goes on. Behind the doctor is a bright golden light. Like burst of flames, it reaches for the Doctor, but the Doctor doesn't take notice. A swirl of light, grabs his blooded hand, healing his wound. That is when the Doctor finally turns around. He lifts his hand with the swirl touching it, examing. His face is a mixture of curisoty, surprise, and confusion. He flinches, with a slight move of his finger. As if seeing this, the another swirl reaches for the same hand. " Who are you?" he speaks quietly.
Then suddenely the two swirls, form into shape of gentle hands. The body of the light pulls itself to the Doctor, letting go hand go, and resting it on the Doctor's cheek.
The Doctor's wide-eyed expression transformed into to a shocked realization.
"It can't be?" he whispered, "Are you…"
Before he would continue, the bright light retreats back. It seems frightened, but of what I did not know. It starts to vanish, but before it does, the light looks up at me, and I could see a wet spark trickle down its top. It was crying. With a flash of white, it was gone.
That is when I was allowed to wake up. I woke up with a joilt, and hitting something very hard.
" Ow!" says a tired voice.
I look up, rubbing my head, and letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. There was Rory, hovering over me.
" It goes without saying, that you have a hard head," Rory groans.
" What are you doing Rory?" I retort, after hitting him, once more, on the head.
" Well, first, you start to thrust in your sleep, and sleeping you started screaming at one point. I tried to wake up, but I couldn't,"
" Oh, well, you didn't have scare me like that," I snapped.
" Yeah, you were the one who was scared. I was bloody frightened, you started to repulse, and scream. I was afraid that something was happening to you…"
I gave him a small kiss on the forhead and then the lips, before he could continue.
" Stupid, I am fine as you can see," I teased.
" Ye-yeah" he nerdly chokes.
I can't help but snicker.
" I am sorry. It was just a bad dream," I apologize.
" Another one?" He questioned. I have told him about a couple of my bad dreams, but I didn't tell him that that they were a regular occurance. I don't want to worry him about nothing. These dreams were nothing, right?
" Yeah. Well, I think we should go back to sleep. I am still sleepy" I faked yoaned.
Rory nodded and kissed me on by head. We both lay back down. I waited until I could hear him lightly snore, to let mind wonder, just in cause.
When he did, I let my thoughts burst out with questions. Who was that? How did the Doctor regonize a spark of light? Why did it retreate and why did it look at me? I remember it mouth something to me. What was she trying to say?
That is when the whole room shook, and I knew what that meant. I lightly shake Rory awake.
" What… are you ok?" He seemed really tired. How can someone fall asleep so quickly?
I smile, "We have come to our new destination."