"Did we really have to come here?" Amy found a voice murmur right next to her on the grass. "It doesn't hold the best memories for us, you know."

The woman turned to face her husband, the cold, brisk air of springtime whisking her ginger hair in her eyes. Faintly, she could hear the sound of waves hit the rocky shore of the harbour, moved by the ships coming in and out. Amy could even feel the strikingly green grass sway beneath her fingers. It was hard to believe she was sitting in such a place of death and endings. But she was, as it turned out. Amy Pond was in that fateful New York City graveyard where she had last said goodbye to her beloved Raggedy Man. Where the Weeping Angels tore her apart from everyone she loved.

The place that would one day hold her and Rory's grave.

But she tried not to think of that as she answered his question. "We can leave if you want, stupid face," the woman affectionately said. Then, the grin she had had on her features from using Rory's nickname fell and she fidgeted around on the ground uncomfortably. "But I just can't shake the feeling that we're meant to be here for some reason." Amy shook her head, realising the idiocy of her statement as she played nervously with a blade of grass.

Her husband looked at her worriedly. "Amy," the man said, in a way that a parent might tell their child of the death of their goldfish. He scooted closer to her, slowly taking her hand in a comforting manner. "The Doctor's not coming back. He can't."

The woman sighed. "I know, Rory. It's just- I can't- I can't help but hope that something impossible could happen. That maybe it could all change." Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes when she suddenly felt a hug wrap around her torso.

"Oh, Amy. I want him back too," Rory softly whispered in her ear from where he was plastered against her chest in the embrace. And as they sat there, just enjoying each other's company and comfort, Amy Pond was just glad that her amazing, impossible Centurion was there with her.

And frankly, nothing else mattered.

Amy didn't remember falling asleep on the grass in the graveyard with Rory by her side, but when the woman woke up, her sleepy eyelids forcing themselves open, she heard a sound so otherworldly, yet so familiar- but she was still so tired that she couldn't recognise the sound.

"VWORP, VWORP. VWORP, VWORP."

Then suddenly, she was awake, all thoughts of sleep pushed out of her mind as she realised what that noise was. Of who it belonged to. The woman could sense Rory moving behind her, asking her what was wrong, but before she knew it her legs were carrying her through the tombstones that were littered through the grass, dodging obstacles until she had finally landed in front of the blue police box that had materialised amidst the graves.

The Doctor's TARDIS. His faithful time machine. The miraculous creation that had taken her and her husband and so many other friends through the past and the future, every adventure leading to yet another dazzling dream.

And it was in front of her, though she never expected to see it again.

Amy's hand touched the handle of the TARDIS' doors, indecisive to say the least. On one hand, she wanted to see that silly alien more than anything, but on the other, she wasn't sure if she was ready to hear the news that had come with him. Besides, if the Doctor was truly excited, wanting to see his former companion as much as she did him, then wouldn't he have pushed his way through the doors to see her by now? And was that-smoke, she smelled?

The woman's suspicions were confirmed when the entryway of the TARDIS suddenly popped open, a smokey gas flooding out of the time machine. Coughing as she stepped back a bit in order not to suffocate, Amy could barely make out the silhouette of a what seemed like a young girl fall out of the doors and onto the grass below.

"Oh my god! Rory!" the woman frantically cried out to her husband. "There's a girl- she just fell out of the TARDIS- and..."

She had barely finished her sentence when the faithful Centurion's nursing skills kicked into action. Bending to the ground in the slowly retreating smoke, he brushed the brown hair of- yes, a girl- back from her neck, putting two fingers on to check for a pulse. "She's definitely alive, as far as I can tell. Maybe a bit asphyxiated from the gas, but still alright.'

Amy came closer to Rory and the mysterious girl. Stooping down next to him, she whispered. "Who do you think she is?" The woman then scanned the area, eyes darting around to look for the bowtied Time Lord. "And where the hell is the Doctor?"

Her husband shook his head in reply, obviously as confused as she was. "I don't know, Amy."

Then, a cough from the body on the ground made the couple's heads fixate immediately on the girl who had fallen out of the TARDIS.

Rory looked his wife in the eyes. "But I think we're about to find out."

Well I hope you guys liked this start of this! It's honestly just a little prologue, the rest of the description of the story will make sense later when I finish the next chapter, which should be up very soon. Please remember that reviews inspire me to work faster and better, and favourites and follows do the trick too! I'll also be updating some of my other stories soon, hopefully, if any of you are still following them. Thanks again!