Amelia Williams sat at her typewriter, typing frantically and pushing her reading glasses up her nose periodically. She'd left her old glasses back in 2012 and had to get a new pair. Seeing as Amy was used to being fashion-forward, she made sure to choose the latest style, which just so happened to be almost identical to her old pair.

She heard the front door of the apartment slam shut.

"Rory?" she called.

"Mrs. Williams, I'm home!"

"Want me to put the kettle on?"

"Please."

"There's a letter on the kitchen table for you" said Amy, walking through from the study. Her face was serious. "It looks important."

She filled the kettle up with water and put it over the gas hob. Rory stood behind her and wrapped his arms around his wife, kissing her on the cheek warmly. Amy's face softened.

Rory's hands wandered down past her hips and Amy cried out in mock offense.

"Ah! Cheeky!"

She took the dishtowel from the sideboard and playfully flicked it in his face. Rory raised his hands, faking shame at being caught. Amy giggled.

Rory went over to the kitchen table, and picked up the very official-looking letter upon it. He hooked his thumb under the flap and tore it open. He unfolded the piece of paper enclosed and his eyes scanned it, his face contorting into a frown as he read.

Amy leant against the sink, observing her husband. "What is it?" she asked, concerned.

Rory looked up.

"...I've been conscripted."

"W-what?"

"I've got to go to war."

"No, you can't... no." Amy shook her head in disbelief.

"I can't exactly say no, can I? They're kind of the government."

Amy felt panic rise up inside her and she gripped onto the sideboard for support. "But what if I lose you? I can't go through that again, okay?"

Rory fought to remain calm, unwilling to make Amy panic any more than she already was. "Just look at it this way, how many times have I nearly died and haven't? How many times have I come back to you?"

"But we don't have The Doctor this time, Rory!"

Amy was nearly hysterical. Rory thought quickly, trying to come up with something solid he could use to calm her down. He put the letter down and walked over to her. Holding her arms, he looked directly into her eyes, which threatened tears.

"Look, we've seen our grave. You know I don't die yet."

"But time can be rewritten!"

"We can make our own history. And I say that I'm not going to die."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

A YEAR LATER

All the soldiers who'd finished their conscription were lined up and their family poured in to greet them. Amy's eyes followed the line, desperately searching for her husband. He'd sent letters, and plenty of them, but it was no replacement for the real thing. She met his eyes and a flicker of electricity coursed through her.

Rory's face broke into a relieved grin, which mirrored Amy's own smile. They lost all sense of dignity as they ran towards each other. Amy practically jumped onto him, and their lips met, kissing passionately. They were almost unbreakable, until they surfaced for air.

Suddenly, Amy punched him in the arm.

"You made me worry about you, stupid head!"