"Doctor," I whisper through the mist, tears streaming down my face. He can't be gone, not here, not now. All these years of running can't come to an end. If this is real, I don't think I could bear it, but it is, and I can't. All the thrill and fright as you step onto a new planet, in a new galaxy; it would all end if I can't save him. It's up to me. I, Amelia Pond, must be the one to save the Doctor, the Universe, and most importantly, I must find Rory.
After gaining enough control over myself to move, I took shelter in an abandoned shed, located at the bottom of the cliff, among the trees. Every ounce of strength I have remaining is being used to take deep breaths to prevent myself from going into shock, but my fear and misery are slowly taking over, like sadness is the enemy and I'm losing.
The rain has soaked through my clothes, causing them to cling to me, and it's incredibly uncomfortable. The TARDIS key is lost in the mud, so I can't change clothes or clean myself. I've never wanted fresh clothes so much in my life. But that isn't my priority.
With no other choice, I find the strength to move. My legs are shaking, and I'm shivering in the wind-chill creeping through the narrow gap where the door is open. Ever so slowly, I make my way toward the door, step by step. The effort it's taking is pathetic, but at least I'm trying.
The devastation of this entire situation is flooding my head. Rory left me here with a dead man. At least the Doctor died with dignity, and not in shame. Not like Rory will. Rory is about to face the wrath of a brokenhearted, revenge seeking, Amelia Pond.