There was always something poignant, she thought, in the way that every choice they made which flung them farther apart, always ended up bringing them closer together. Despite the amount of times that Rory had died, despite the times she hadn't even known he had once existed, despite the fact that she left him the day before their wedding, or the fact that they had once been in the process of getting a divorce, they always were pulled back together by some unseen force of nature.
She liked to think that force was the love she knew that they had for one another. The love that had driven her to commit suicide in a world where she would have had to live without him, forever. The love that had helped her to climb atop the ledge of Winter Quay, to fall with him, feel her stomach drop, and her heart race in tandem with his as they fell, fell, fell, were falling, oh god falling, and she could remember every second of it.
The Impossible Choice no longer.
Together or Not At All. That was her choice. No more life without Rory. No more. Because life without Rory, was no life at all.
She had known that for a long time. But there was something about remembering how she had felt, up on that ledge, holding her husband's hands in her own, that there was no doubt any more.
Husband and Wife, till death do thee part. They had taken those vows, and through all the rough patches, everything had come out alright. They lived together, and they had died together.
That was that, and there wasn't a whole lot else to it. And Amy'd be damned if they weren't going to be together till the end of it all. She had made her decision a long time ago.
"Raggedy Man, Goodbye" she choked out.
And then, Amy blinked.