A true drabble minus the title. In which Rory contemplates a few things which are...talked about in the episode The Doctor's Wife.
They
They were there again.
They were always there, always hurting. Every night since he could remember. And considering he had a lot of nights to remember, they had been plaguing him for a long time.
At first he thought that they were dreams, nightmares, but they weren't. They were real, as real as he was, as Amy was. As real as the Doctor and his TARDIS. As real as his home and family and everything he ever loved.
And they wouldn't stop. Not until he was dead.
But the universe refused to let him die.
Or was that something else?