AN: It's not much now, but I'm working on it. Oh, and I couldn't for the life of me remember Amy's aunt's name. Anyways, with those things said, read on!
In the great big picture, life for Amy was fantastic. She had a nice flat, a job she couldn't complain about, and a fairly decent bloke she was planning on marrying. But there was something missing from Amy's life: the Doctor. She had spent her childhood waiting for a man, no a god, really. She had waited for him to take her away to explore worlds and times bigger than herself. He had told her to wait. He had told her he wouldn't be but a minute. That was twelve years ago. She waited in the cool air in her rainboots and nightgown, and she sat on her suitcase. She was imagining all the wonderful places they'd go. Her aunt wouldn't mind. If anything, her aunt Trudy would be happy a "twit" wasn't ruing her fun. So there she sat for ten minutes, twenty minutes, an hour, two hours, and then the break of day came, and he hadn't come back. She stood up, her feet feeling heavy, and picked up her things and she went inside. She slowly made her way up the stairs and trudged to her bedroom. She pulled back the covers and climbed into the frozen bed. Her happiness was taken away, just as her warmth was, by the frosty bitter night.