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"Amy… AMY…. WAKE UP!"
Rory shook his wife awake. She was thrashing and screaming and crying, which was very unlike her. Amy never cried.
"Amy, what's going on?"
His wife suddenly opened her eyes. "Rory, you're okay!" She pulled him into the biggest hug, even bigger than the one after they were married.
"Yeah, I'm fine… why?"
Amy frowned and looked at him. "You don't remember?"
"Remember what?"
"New York, the angels, River?"
"Amy, you just woke, up. Let's get you some tea." Rory took her hand and began to bring her to the kitchen, but Amy pulled away.
"Rory, you died. Twice. And earlier, when we were younger, but why…."
"You were asleep, Amy. It was all a dream. Just a dream."
"No. I saw it! I felt it! I… I cried."
"It was a nightmare. Just a nightmare."
"But—"
"Let's get you some tea."
Amy followed Rory into the kitchen, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that he didn't remember it. You can't just forget an event like that.
Rory put a cup of tea and some toast in front of her and sat down opposite her. "Tell me exactly what happened."
"What year is it?"
"What?"
"Right now, Rory. What's the year?"
"1945."
Amy's eyes became wider.
"Tell what happened, Amy!" Rory was getting impatient.
"Well, it was 2012—"
"2012! Blimey, and you thought this was real?"
"Rory!"
"Sorry, go on."
"And we were in New York. And there were these… stone angels. And they moved every time you blinked."
Rory shuddered.
"And one touched you. And when it touches you, it sends you back in time. So it sent you to 1938. April 3. And we met our daughter, River Song —"
"We had a daughter? And we called her River Song? Some nightmare…"
"Anyways, she got me to 1938, where we jumped off a building to create a time paradox that would erase the angels from Manhattan. Oh, and the Statue of Liberty moved."
"You said I died twice?"
"Yeah, you were sent back before and we didn't rescue you so you watched yourself die… I got a bit lost at that part. Oh, and we woke up in a graveyard in 2012 again and you saw your own gravestone, so the angel touched you because you had to die once you read that you were dead. And then I sacrificed myself to be with you and I woke up in bed. Here. In 1945."
"I think I've heard quite eno—"
"Oh, and there was this book that said everything that was going to happen. It was written by River. Oh, and there was this… man."
Rory was suddenly more interested. "A man? What man?"
"He was our friend. He… wore a bowtie… and had flippy hair… and I think he was River's husband."
Rory relaxed. "Just a friend, then?"
Amy frowned. "Who was just a friend?"
"Um, the bowtie man. River's husband. You were just talking about him!"
"No, I wasn't. What are you saying?"
Rory didn't know what was going on. It was too much for the early hour.
"Let's get you back to bed, okay?"
Amy willingly went back to sleep, leaving Rory to ponder what the hell was going on.