"Amy, I don't understand,"

"Rory, you can't stay here, you just need to leave!"

"Why Amy? After all we've been through…" Rory trailed off, and looked away from Amy's pleading eyes.

"Just go," She choked, "I don't want to be together anymore,"

"I knew something had changed in you Amy. All that time whizzing around in space with a madman, you couldn't resist could you! After all, I'm just clumsy old Rory, who can't compare, to a smooth two hearted alien!"

"Rory no!" Amy cried. She wasn't pushing Rory away, she was giving him up. And if another moment passed by with him looking like he was, she'd think she'd collapse. "Please Rory, just go!" He put his hands up in a state of surrender, and started out the door. Amy went after him, finishing what she had slammed the door open and against the wall on the way out, portraying as much anger, and despair as he could to Amy. Showing that in that moment, he was hurting more than anyone else in the world, and Amy was doing it. He turned around, "I waited two thousand years for you Amy, two thousand years!" Rory shouted.

"Just stay away!" She cried, because that was all she could manage. Her entire world crumbling away inside her, and she couldn't hold herself together anymore. A tear fell from her eye, and her hand flew to her mouth, as she let out a muffled sob. Amy collapsed down onto the stairs, head in her hands, and she cried. She thought back to the moments before, and moaned in despair. Then she sucked in a sharp breath, and tried to pull herself together. Because she new that if she continued to cry, she'd never stop. She wiped her eyes, smudging all her makeup from the photo shoot earlier, leaving black and blue eye shadow and mascara all over her hands. She looked up at the sky and wished for that blue box to arrive right there and then. "We need you raggedy man," She sniffed, "I need you,"