Amy Pond
Joy – She was a mother. A mother to a beautiful baby girl, Melody Pond. Her husband had found them, his girls, he'd saved them and they were safe now. He was crying but it didn't matter because crying Romans with babies are always cool. Especially when they are her crying Roman and her baby. Then there was The Doctor, her imaginary friend, her real best friend. He'd messed up but he had made up for it and he kept his promise, no matter how far, no matter how hard he'd found her and Melody. Bow ties however, were still not cool!
Laughter – The Doctor wanted her in the TARDIS, hardly a surprise given that was his home and he wanted all of them safe. Melody though had other plans. The noise, he'd left the brakes on again, seemed to unsettle her and she just wouldn't go to sleep. She told The Doctor to turn the noise off but was met with muttering about stuff she didn't understand, muttering that seemed to make Melody's mood worsen. Like mother, like daughter. Amy could only laugh. Rory liked that, his wife was smiling. The Doctor liked it, The Ponds were a family, a smiling family.
Fear – Amy knew something bad was happening when the TARDIS was shut off using a force field of some kind. She took Melody into her arms and out of the crib The Doctor had seemingly dragged out of nowhere, into safety. Rory saw his wife was worried and took her to a space where she could hide away from the conflict now breaking out around them, a place his baby was safe. She told him to let the other's die first, she hadn't changed, she was just as "Amy" and just as Scottish as ever but he knew it was for Melody. He could see the fear in her eyes, he could see that the worst was yet to come but just now he had to help the others.
Heartbreak – She had felt so real. Breathing, crying, looking, feeling and oh so alive. But she wasn't. She wasn't real, just an avatar, an imitation of her baby's life. Her Melody was gone, away into the past, or perhaps the future. Either way Amy Pond had failed her child, she hadn't protected her. She hadn't noticed that it wasn't her baby and she blamed herself. She blamed Rory for taking the wrong child to her and she blamed The Doctor for everything. If he had landed in someone else's garden that night when she was seven she wouldn't had suffered any of that heartbreak. The heartbreak that had been and the heartbreak that was yet to come. She just wanted her baby back. Her baby Melody, to hold her and comfort her as her mother and tell her that everything would be alright. Adults always promised that everything would be alright.
Shock – River Song. Her daughter. The little girl she had held earlier that day. The little girl she had given birth to alone and scared. Her little Melody. She had pointed a gun at her, yet River didn't flinch. She just said she was good. Was her little baby really going to grow up into this fearless, feisty, arrogant, clever, enigmatic and murderous woman who was imprisoned in the 51st century? Was she supposed to believe and accept this fate for her defenceless, scared, crying and vulnerable baby? The look on Rory's face suggested he was thinking much the same as his wife. If they were scared before it was nothing to how scared they were now. It didn't help that The Doctor had abandoned Amy again. Once aged seven wasn't enough, twice aged nineteen wasn't enough. Now as a twenty two year old mother of a newborn baby he'd done it again. He wouldn't do it a fourth time.