Amelia Pond was a beautiful young woman with fiery red hair, wit and temper to match. All the men knew it, and all the men stayed away. Because beautiful Amelia Pond and her Roman Soldier of a husband were a puzzle.
Everyone had different theories about the strange couple, about what had happened the day they had simply appeared in their town. Some said they were refugees, running away from the law. People seemed easy enough to convince about the enigmatic Amelia Pond, but the husband seemed a bit more doubtful. Others-the superstitious ones, said they were ghosts, or worse, demons, come back to haunt old Mr. Thornton in his big, decrepit manor.
But Amelia and Rory ignored all the funny stares, the menacing glares, the puzzled gazes. They, it seemed, weren't fazed by anything. Of course they weren't. They had seen things before, things no one would think to imagine.
Amelia straightened her husband's tie, ready to send him off to work.
"And you're sure about the tie?" Rory questioned.
Amy nodded, fighting the tears from her eyes. "Bowties are cool," she managed to whisper, before hugging her husband and sending him on his way.
She turned to go in the house, but decided to walk back around to the garden and check on the vegetables. Some carrots looked ready, along with a good deal of radishes. Rory would be happy. He liked radishes. Amy hated them.
As Amy tossed the vegetables in her basket, she heard a sound that made her freeze.
She brushed her hands on her dress, scrambling to her feet, and started screaming for Rory. He was too far away, are knew, he wouldn't hear her. So she took off running toward the sound, prepared to give that man a piece of her mind, when she saw the door open, and two strangers step out of it.
A man with brown hair that stuck up everywhere stepped out of the TARDIS, and close behind him was a blonde girl.
"Well Rose, which way?" The man asked, grinning.
Amy's lips parted, and her hands covered her face. Rose, this was Rose. And her Doctor. This Doctor didn't even know Amy. Nevertheless, when he saw her looking, he came over, Rose lingering behind.
"Hello, I'm the-"
"Doctor," Amelia cut him off, without really meaning to.
"Yes, that's right!" He smiled. "And you are?"
Amy smiled back. He was enthusiastic, definitely very Doctor-y. "Amelia Pond-Williams."
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" He asked. He looked at her face. "I'm sure I do. You have old eyes."
Amy's hand went involuntarily to her cheeks, ready to stop tears that hadn't yet started to flow. "Not yet, Doctor, but you will."
He looked at her solemnly. "I look forward to it."
Amy nodded toward Rose. "You take good care of her, hear me?" She choked through tears threatening to spill.
Rose looked on, confused, yet understanding. Because she knew better than anyone that traveling with the Doctor changes you.
"And don't ever forget me," Amy Pond said, a single tear meandering down her ivory cheek.
He smiled. "Not a chance."
Amy turned away and went inside her house, to her bedroom, and sat in front of the looking glass. As much as she didn't want to look back, she glanced out the window to see the Doctor and Rose walking away, then looked back to the mirror.
Old eyes, indeed.