Chapter One- Where's Amy?
"Amy!" Rory awoke with a start from a nightmare and realized he was screaming his wife's name at the top of his lungs. Come to think of it, where was his wife? Wasn't she right here in bed next to him when he fell asleep? She wasn't here now. Maybe she is in the bathroom, Thought Rory. He rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. No Amy. He looked in the two guest rooms and spare bathroom. No Amy. He looked in the kitchen, living room, and the den. No Amy. He checked his study and the nursery for their next child. No Amy. He peeked out the blinds. It was around six in the morning and there was light gleaming off the rising sun. Amy's car and his truck were parked where they left them the night before. This isn'right. Something is very wrong. Come on, Doctor. Show up! I need your help right now. And today would be helpful! Thought Rory helplessly.
Meanwhile aboard the TARDIS…
"Wibbley Wobbley Timey Wimey, how'd it take my Amy? Where is my Amy? Wait…Her husband! Uhh...Rory! I should go to him, he'll know where is wife is! And then the three of us are back to our adventures. No problem." The Doctor paced back and forth of the empty TARDIS and worried his two hearts worth. He had received a video message saying that the Daleks had made a space and time portal, capturing young Amelia Pond. "Maybe it was a prank or something, to scare him. The image was a fake. Amy was safe in her bed with Rory. It was all OK. I need to stop talking to myself!" The Doctor was near losing his mind. He just needed to remember where Amy said she would be living with Rory… "That's it! Ontario, California, here I come! Allons-y!"
The next morning Rory awoke later that day to0 a large crash coming from the den. Doctor is in the house. Rory pulled on a pair of jeans and buttoned up his shirt. As he got to the kitchen, he was The Doctor looking through the freezer. "Sorry, Doctor. We're out of fish fingers right now." Rory told the disappointed TimeLord. "No custard, either, I assume?" The Doctor asked with sad eyes. "Nope, but we could run to the market. As soon as you tell me where my wife is!" The Doctor's eyes got big and he asked, "You don't know where Amy is?" Rory stood frigid. "I woke up and she was gone. I thought maybe you came by and picked her up, but there was no note anywhere. I searched everywhere." The Doctor didn't want to tell Rory what he knew, so he simply replied, "I think we should board the TARDIS and figure things out from there. "Rory was too dumbfounded to say more than, "Yeah."
Amy awoke with a start and realized that her 'nightmare' wasn't a dream. She really was trapped and shackled to a pole surrounded by Daleks. This was real. What was worse? No Rory. And The Doctor could have no clue where she was, or even that she missing! Rory was probably tearing apart the house looking for a note or a sign or anything. Amy knew the Daleks extracted her memories, and they could now easily play tricks on The Doctor and Rory. She was helpless. Is this how the story was supposed to end? Amy couldn't take it anymore, and in a blind rage she broke one of her arms free of the chains. Never noticing how strong she could be, and never using her muscles in that way before, Amy's arm now hung limply at her side. Her right arm. Her stronger arm.