Amy was sent to the same place as Rory when she blinked. Same angel meant the same time. She looked around and found that she was still in the graveyard only it was older. There were less graves in place here than there were in 2012.
She still had tears in her eyes from saying goodbye to the Doctor and her daughter, Melody. The Doctor said that he would never be able to see her again if she let the Weeping Angel take her but she was willing to make that sacrifice for Rory. It didn't seem like a choice to her because Rory was her husband and he would always come first to her.
It suddenly occurred to Amy that she had left minutes after Rory did and she wasn't seeing him there. She looked around the cold, damp graveyard in search of her husband. She couldn't help but feel worried about Rory. What if he went somewhere else? What if the angel didn't take her to the same time it had taken Rory to?
No. Amy thought. Rory has to be around here somewhere.
She exhaled slowly in an attempt to calm her nerves but she still felt on edge. The Doctor couldn't help her now. Amy felt terrible for leaving her friend behind but she pushed those thoughts away and focused on her search for Rory. She couldn't think too much about what she's given up or what she needs to do in the future. She didn't even belong to the time she was taken to and that scared her. She couldn't do it alone.
It felt wrong calling Rory's name in the graveyard; like she was disturbing those resting in the ground beneath her feet. She called his name anyway because she needed to find him. At the moment that was all that mattered.
Rory had been wandering through the graveyard for ten minutes before he realized someone was following him. He didn't overreact about the man in the long military coat that following him through the graveyard. Instead of talking to the man, Rory walked over to a bench and took a seat. The bench wasn't in memorial to anyone who passed away so he didn't feel bad for taking a seat.
He pulled out his phone and was reminded that he wouldn't need it now. It worked because the Doctor used his sonic screwdriver to make it work anywhere in the universe. Rory suddenly got the idea of calling Amy but decided against it for the moment because he wasn't certain she would come to him.
Part of him worried that she wouldn't come back but he also felt somewhat selfish hoping she would. Upon realizing that wanting her to be taken out of her time was selfish, he hoped she would stay with the Doctor. Maybe she would.
Rory looked up and saw the man staring at him. He was good looking, like he was a model or part of a Broadway show. He had a military coat on that didn't fit the time period; if Rory was right and this was the 1920s or 1930s. When they made eye contact, the man came over and sat next to Rory.
"Captain Jack Harkness. And who might you be?" Jack smiled. He seemed to be naturally flirtatious; his forwardness startled Rory. His American accent matched his World War II attire.
"Rory Williams," Rory said. He started to put his phone away.
"Mobile phones haven't been invented yet. It's probably best that you keep that out of sight of the locals. Also your clothes couldn't possibly have been manufactured today," Jack said. "Welcome to 1938, Rory Williams."
"Are you from the future too?" Rory said. "Are you an alien?"
"I'm from a long time in the future. I'm an ex-Time Agent."
"Time Agent? Is that like a Time Lord?"
"Not at all," Jack said, with a dashing smile that seemed to come naturally. "Time Agents are human and there's only one Time Lord left."
Rory couldn't help but notice that Jack had a certain air to him when he talked about himself, like he was living through his life all over again. Captain Jack was also very fascinating as if he weren't human. He also knew about the Doctor somehow. Rory was about to say something when a familiar Scottish voice broke the quiet air.
"HE'S MARRIED!" Amy yelled as she approached from behind. Rory jumped up and hurried to close the remaining distance between them. They hugged each other as if they never wanted to let go.
"I thought for a second you-" Rory said as they hugged.
"It's always you, stupid," Amy said, cutting him off. "Together or not at all, remember?" Amy and Rory began kissing passionately and Jack remained on the bench, allowing them their moment. When they had stopped Jack stood up and walked over to them.
"Sorry to interrupt," Captain Jack said. Amy and Rory stopped embracing each other and held hands as they turned to Jack. "Captain Jack Harkness. And you must be his wife..."
"Amy," she said.
"Nice to meet both of you," Jack said. "I'm sure under better circumstances it would have been nicer."
"Were you touched by a Weeping Angel too?" Amy asked, her eyebrows scrunching together. It wouldn't be unlikely for a weeping angel to have one dumping ground but he seemed different to her. She didn't think he was actually taken from World War II.
"No," Jack said. "My story's much more difficult. I do know about the Weeping Angels and I am so sorry that you have had contact with them. I, along with Torchwood, will help you get settled here or wherever you wish."
"Torchwood?" Amy said. She could have sworn she'd heard of Torchwood before but had no idea what it was.
"Torchwood is an institution that helps defend humanity from anything extraterrestrial or supernatural," Jack said.
"In 1930s New York?" Rory asked.
"Not in New York. I work for Torchwood 3 in Wales. I'm here because an old friend of mine asked me to be," Jack said, he glanced at his watch and then smiled at the Ponds. "We'd better get going. Don't want to miss our plane."
"Where are we going?" Amy asked. "Can't we stay in New York?"
"We have to go to Torchwood 3 first," Jack said. "Then you can choose where you want to go."
