Chapter 1 : Early Morning

Amy tapped rhythmically at the granite kitchen counter. She stood staring at the hardworking coffee maker as it spluttered, stirring up the only concoction that had been keeping her going. Her tired body leaned towards the counter, weak and limply. She hadn't slept properly for days.

Four months, four months it had been and still no contact, not one phone call to her multiple messages. Where in the world was the man? Her raggedy mad man in a box. More importantly where was Melody?

Fake smiles covered her true pain but not entirely. Amy felt empty, she felt angry, and she felt broken. She never could quite get over the fact that she might never see her baby again. Might. Might was the only word of hope, but hope is dangerous, it always is.

Amy stopped tapping as she heard a rustle above her. She stood up straight, tightening the tie around her knee length white dressing gown. She swayed her bright red hair away from her eyes, clumsily wiping a tear.

The sound of footsteps on padded carpet gradually became louder, until...

Rory found her, he waited before walking in, watching her, analysing her. He knew. She thought he didn't know but he did. It was rather easy for him to see; the constant glisten in her eyes, her drooped eye lids and black eye circles. The clumsy head shakes she did to brush off what was wrong - just so she could prove she was Amy, tough ol' Amy. Just so he couldn't see her as the broken mother she'd become.

"Morning" Amy smiled crookedly, looking up at her husband in her usual Scottish accent.

"It's 5 in the morning" he replied, pointing up at their TARDIS blue kitchen clock.

"And...?" she argued in her typical defensive way.

"And..." Rory replied softly. "I know."

"You know what?" Amy asked a confused expression displaying across her pale face but inside she sort of knew what he meant, she just felt like she had to disregard any reference.

Rory warmly approached her, gently pulling her closer by her dressing gown tie,s he lightly kissed her on her forehead. He then placed his temple upon hers as she screwed her eyes shut towards the floor.

"I know" he whispered.

Amy sniffled, and attempted to shuffle away from her husbands grasp, a tear slid down her cheek, once again.

Rory wiped away the tear, wrapping his arms protectively around her. She was cold against him. He wondered how long she'd been up.

Amy gave up on trying to escape and instead hid into her husband's chest; feeling ashamed at being so weak and shy. this wasn't like her, but Demons Run had changed her. Despite only seeing her daughter for such a short while she was still a mother and she felt something huge missing without her baby. A massive hole inside her which she thought would only be filled if Melody was with them.

They both stood still for what seemed like a perpetual minute before Rory guided her back to the bed; making her climb in on his side since it was still warm. He held her close as she laid her head in his chest, hiding her face and stifling her whimpers. Rory kissed her head his expression stern, he had to do something.