Amy stumbled and fell upon the cold earth. She had looked at the Doctor, had given him one last goodbye before the weeping angel had taken her back. She stood back up, dizzy for a moment, and looked around her. She was still in the graveyard, and she knew it was an earlier version, but… how much earlier? And where was Rory? He had to be here. She had had so much faith that she would be sent to him. She didn't see anyone around her.
As the full realization of what was happening to her dawned on her, she started to panic. No Rory… There was no Rory… What would she do without him? Tears continued to stream down her cheeks as she looked frantically around her. How far apart in time were they? No matter how long it was, she would sit right here and wait.
Propped against a gravestone, near hysterics, Amy sat and thought. Rory had done so much for her. He had waited two thousand years; he had died multiple times; merely hours ago he had jumped off of a building to get her out of danger. Most of all, he had accepted that she wanted to travel the universe with the Doctor. Now it was finally time to repay him.
Before long she had fallen asleep. They crying had tired her out, not to mention all of the thinking and worrying she had been doing. Amy only got a few minutes of sleep, however, when there was a flash of light, accompanied by a crack, and Rory appeared, gasping as he nearly tripped. Amy woke immediately and her eyes opened wide. Rory ran to kneel next to her. She was crying, and he held her close, only somewhat knowing what was going on.
"They sent you back," she said, and Rory had to make an effort to distinguish what she was saying.
The angel had sent him back in time, of that he was certain, but Amy… Amy shouldn't be here. The Tardis wasn't anywhere that he could see. She couldn't possibly be here, then. Not unless…
"No." He breathed the word slowly as she explained, all the while crying, what had happened. She had followed him, had let the angel send her back in time, and the Doctor had begged her not to. He had broken down and begged her not to go. Yet she had. Amy had left her Raggedy Man and everything else she was familiar with to be with him.
"I had to let it, Rory, I couldn't be without you. I couldn't have gone back without you."
"It's okay," Rory said, still holding onto her. "It'll be fine."
I reality, he had no clue what they'd do next. They had no money, no job, no family or friends, not even a house to live in. They had each other, and that was it. Yet somehow, in this unfamiliar city, that was enough.