"You have to choose Amy. Choose or both of your men will die." The dream lord said as she stood in the middle of the doctor and Rory.
"I choose both of them, ok! Please, don't hurt them." she begged, tears in her light eyes,
"I'm not the bad guy here. I'm only the messenger. I don't want to hurt you but this has to be done. You can only have one. You have seconds to choose you better make it fast." he instructed.
"Go ahead, Amy. He is your fiancée. I understand." The doctor said, nodding at Amy as he stared into her eyes with compassion.
"Amy, just tell him you pick me, okay? You're running out of time" Rory exclaimed, grabbing her hand.
"4...3...2..." The dream lord counted down.
"The Doctor, okay! I choose the doctor!" she yelled, turning towards him and wrapping her arms around his neck. He was caught off guard but soon returned her embrace, wrapping his arms around her waist protectively. She buried her face in his shoulders, holding on to him tightly, afraid someone might try and take him away from her.
"I'm sorry my boy. Goodbye. " the dream lord said to Rory, his body then disappearing in a flash of lights.
"Why did you do that?" the doctor exclaimed, pushing her back gently, holding her by the shoulders at arms length.
"Because I love you." she whispered, tears streaming down her face, knowing he couldn't feel the same way about her. But she couldn't let the dream lord take him from her. She needed him.
"Hey, don't cry. Please." he begged in a hushed voice, pulling her closer and wrapping his arms around her again, kissing her hair sweetly.
"I love you too." he whispered to her. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner."
She smiled up at him before pressing her lips to his briefly. She then pulled back and hugged him again, never wanting to let go.