"Raggedy man." Amelia Pond uttered, with tears in her voice. The wind was blowing her hair into her face, as she stood in a graveyard. But not just any graveyard, it was the graveyard where her husband was buried.
Her eyes, swollen from crying, remained fixated on the cruel yet beautiful Weeping Angel statue standing in front of her, the fingers outstretched. The face carved from stone, frozen in time, as a mechanism of defense from her seeing the angel.
She heard the doctor pleading with her in the background, pleading for her to stay with him, to walk backwards into the Tardis and fly safely off to the cosmos with him.
But she couldn't. She wouldn't.
The weeping angel in front of her, the destroyer of her world, had sent her husband back into time, consuming all the days he lived, feasting upon the energy. Thus the very reason why she was standing on his grave.
He had lived and died in those seconds she was breathing. He had lived years, decades, alone without her, in the past. A lifetime alone, without his wife.
If she blinked, the angel would move and take her too, send her back in time, back to Rory.
Back to where she should be. Her and Rory, together.
"You're creating a fixed point in time, I will never be able to see you again." The doctor said, desperately trying to convince her that she was wrong. That she should stay with her best friend, her raggedy doctor, and live.
"I'll be fine; I'll be with him." Amy whispered, pain in her voice, trying to reassure herself and the doctor.
The doctor tried again, pleading with the full weight of his words.
Her face crumpled, as tears started to flood through her eyes. She wanted desperately to turn around and look at her raggedy doctor one more time. She wanted to hug him, and say her goodbye with all the time in the world.
A part of her wanted to stay with him, wanted to let go of Rory. But she knew, she would never be able to let go, she knew she would never be able to live without him.
Her heart broke in half, as she uttered "Raggedy man," and paused, her voice cracking.
She whirled away from the weeping angel, and locked eyes with the man who saved her from her empty life, the man who showed her the whole of the cosmos, the man who looked young, but whose eyes carried the weight of the world.
"Goodbye."
The angel touched the red-haired girl and she disappeared from the graveyard on that fateful day in New York City, never to see her raggedy doctor again.