DISCLAIMER: I don't own Doctor Who.
Water trickled down the pot. The watering can was filled to the brim, and many drops sloshed over the top as Brian carried it over to the next plant.
The cycle went on for a year. A year where Brian hoped and wished and dreamed that one day Rory, his Rory, and the lovely Amy would return. Until then, Brian Williams would water the plants.
Water trickled down the pot.
One day, after Brian had lost count, her head a sound that the Ponds had eagerly welcomed, a TARDIS noise.
When Brian saw the Doctor's face he knew what had happened.
"I'm sorry." were the last words spoken about Amy and Rory Pond.
Soon after this, Brian noticed the books. Amelia Willliams was written on them, and they reminded him of the manuscripts Brian had glanced through whenever Amy showed them to Rory.
Water trickled down the pot.
Days, weeks, months and years passed, each second going by fast, and each minute creaking by with the mistaken sound of the door clicking shut, and Amy and Rory's voices floating through the hallway. They never would come home, not to theirs, and not to Brian Williams'.
Water trickled down the pot.