"I mean, everybody's got that picture in their mind. The one of, you know, how they think their life's supposed to be."
I always thought I led a pretty ordinary life. After all, I was an ordinary person. From a young age, I knew two things for certain about my future life: I was going to become a doctor and I was going to marry the beautiful, incredible Amy Pond.
That's not exactly how it went. Or, maybe it was. After all, I did become a nurse, if not a doctor, and I married the girl of my dreams. Never, however, did I expect to die, become a Roman, be turned into plastic, die, commit suicide, and to be sent back in time to die again. Did I mention the dying part?
I didn't expect that, you know. Dying over and over again gets old. But I would take dying with the Doctor any day, if it meant I got to be with Amy. I would run anywhere, do anything, for that fiery girl. I would die a thousand times, if it meant keeping her happy.
The angels' magic is less than precise, by the way. It had been nearly five years for me before a certain rain-streaked redhead showed up at my door. I cried as she told me how the Doctor tried to hold her back, how River had held her at the end. But on some level, I was incredibly relieved, and happier than I'd been in a long time. I knew she'd come back to me. I knew she'd find a way. I was right.
So we settled into the mundane life I had imagined all those years ago. True, I hadn't pictured living out my years in history. But we were happy together, my Amy and I. We grew old together. We traced the wrinkles in each other's faces and we watched as our hair turned a silvery gray. I never thought anything could be more beautiful than the vivid red hue of Amy's hair. It turns out silver is just as beautiful.
After all this time, I finally got to live an ordinary life. And I couldn't have been happier.