Yo, what up! My brand new fanfic! I was watching The Angels Take Manhattan the other day and I thought, where do Amy and Rory end up? So I made up this fic. Hope you like.

Prologue

"The Angel, would it send me back to the same time? To him?" Amelia asked.

"I don't know. Nobody knows." The Doctor replied, starting to realise what Amy had in mind.

"Best it's my best shot, yeah?" Amy sobbed.

"No!" The Doctor cried.

"Doctor, shut up. Yes! Yes it is!" River Song told to her mother.

"Amy!" The Doctor called.

"Well then, I just have to blink, right?" Tears were streaming steadily down Amy's ghost white face.

"No!" The Doctor shouted.

"I'll be fine. I know I will. I'll be with him. Like I should be. Me and Rory together. Melody?"

"Stop it, just, just stop it." The Doctor was begging now.

Amy stuck her hand out and River took it in her own and kissed it lightly.

"You look after him." Amy told her. "You be a good girl and you look after him!"

"You are creating fixed time." The Doctor told Amy, sobbing. "I will never be able to see you again!"

"I'll be fine. I'll be with him." Amy cried.

"Amy, please. Just come back in the TARDIS. Please Pond."

The wind whipped Amy's red hair around her face as she turned. "Raggedy Man," she said, facing her childhood friend. "Goodbye."

And in less than a second she was gone. Her name appeared written in stone underneath her husband's. "No!" The Doctor cried, breaking down completely. "No!"

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2012 melted away around Amelia Pond as she was transported into 1938. "Rory?" She called. She had landed on a lonely street on west Manhattan. She stood up. "Rory?" She called again. A young woman rounded the corner and saw the confused adult calling desperately.

"Are you OK?" The woman asked. "Yes. I'm fine, thank you." The Scottish red head replied. "I'm just looking for someone."

"Who're you lookin' for, Miss?" The dark haired woman questioned curiously. "Erm, a young man in his thirties with brown hair. Reasonably good looking. Large nose." Amelia Pond could be very descriptive when she was panicking.

"Oh yeah, I saw a guy like that a month or two ago." The woman replied.

"Do you know where he went?" Amy asked.

"No, I don't. But I am a detective. Sort of. So how about I help you find him."

"Oh. Thank you so much!" Amy cried thankfully.

"No problem." The woman replied happily. "But it's gettin' late. I should probably head home. You can stay at my place if you want. For the night." The woman offered. "Ok. Sure." Amy accepted.

"I'm Tina, by the way."

"I'm Amy." Amy told her.