Amy woke up screaming.
She often did since Rory died. It was always the same, a cold dark graveyard..one moment Rory is reading a tombstone and the next..
She should've blinked. She should've been with him. But, something inside of her held her eyes open. Something inside if her wasn't ready to leave the Doctor.
As if on cue, he stuck his head into the room she had claimed as her own so many years ago on the Tardis. "You alright then, Pond?" He checked on her every morning. Lingering, waiting for her to have an episode. As often as Amy had reassured him Rory's death wasn't his fault, he never seemed to forgive himself, and had been smothering her incessantly.
"Oi, get out of here! I'm in my nightie!" Amy said hurling a pillow at him.
"Yes, yes." He mumbled as he walked away.
Amy fumbled around the room pulling on whatever clothes she could find before making her way to the control panel, where the Doctor was wildly flinging nobs and levers as usual.
"Ah, Amy!" He exclaimed circling his way to where she stood. He have her a sly look over his shoulder. "You..are going to love this."
And they landed with a thud.
