"Why are we here again?" Amy hurried to keep up to the Doctor's longer stride as he wove back and forth across the cemetery, seemingly at random. Rory was lagging behind a few steps, studying the intricate scrollwork on one of the larger gravestones.
"Relax, Amy. We're not going to be here that long. I just need to take care of something." The Doctor ducked around another moss-covered monolith, almost tripping on an old bit of stone, before stopping at a much newer plot. He knelt in front of it, brushed the stone with his fingertips, placed the bouquet of flowers awkwardly on the ground. "Goodbye, my old friend. Finally, and fully, goodbye."
Amy leaned over his shoulder to get a glimpse of the grave. The stone was fairly plain—a simple block of granite carved with something blocky…was it a dog cartoon? Amy couldn't tell for sure. "Sarah Smith…I've never heard of her before. Who was she?"
The Doctor didn't turn around, didn't seem to even hear her for a minute. Finally he stood, turned around, and brushed off the knees of his pants. "Just somebody I used to know. An old companion, a friend, who I hadn't talked to in years. It's not important." There was a hint of something else in his eyes for a minute, something that said it was more than he was letting on, but he didn't say anything. A minute later it was gone, and back to his ordinary self. "I'm fine." Amy gave him a suspicious look from under her eyebrows, but said nothing as they turned and headed back towards the TARDIS.
Amy was just about to say something when they heard Rory shouting from across the cemetery, loud—unnaturally so in the quiet setting—and almost panicky. "Amy? Doctor? AMY!" Amy darted around one of the old trees and saw him, maybe twenty feet from the TARDIS, staring fixedly at something to one side. It was so well-camouflaged that they didn't see it at first—the angel statue was standing poised between two gravestones, hands over its face, looking like any other marker in the cemetery. The Doctor and Amy ran up to him, one on either side.
"I'm not crazy. I'm really not. I turned around and there it was and I swear to God it wasn't there a minute ago!" Rory sounded near-hysterical again. Amy grabbed his hand and he shoved her away with one hand, never taking his eyes off the angel. "Get back in the TARDIS. I'm not losing you again."
"Losing me? You've died how many times now? I'm not going anywhere." Amy stationed herself next to her husband.
The standoff was broken again, this time by the crunch of tires on gravel. Amy and Rory remained staring at the angel, while the Doctor turned to see who was coming. A line of cars pulled slowly into the cemetery, parked, and began releasing mourners. The Doctor was about to turn back to the more immediate situation when a head of wild curls caught his attention. "River?" At their daughter's name, both Amy and Rory turned to see her standing by one of the cars, face completely unreadable, in a long black dress.
The pressure of Rory's hand disappeared from Amy's.
