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May 4th, 1967
Amy's eyes were an unnatural green as she picked up the Tardis blue envelope placed under her front door. Her shaking hands paused as she saw who the letter was addressed to- the Pond Residence, instead of the the more traditional Williams' Household. With delicate fingertips, Amy traced over the word Pond, bringing back bittersweet memories of what seemed like thousands of years ago of a little girl sitting on her suitcase, staring out into the darkness. A little girl, with a name woven like a fairytale, always keeping one eye in her back garden, that would grow up to be the woman holding the envelope here today.
It took a while for Amy to muster up the courage to tear the envelope open. She finally sighed, flipped the blue envelope over, and, using her finger, gently tore the top open. A small sheet of paper was tucked inside. Amy picked up the paper, and read the few words that were on it.
Her jaw dropped. Her mind swam with words she thought that she would never hear ever again. And finally, when she reached the last sentence, her hands flew to her mouth, dropping both the envelope and the papers to the ground.
"RORY!" she called.
One week ago
Amelia Williams was sitting by her typewriter, with her legs propped up against the table, and her head leaned back. She had long since given up trying to write anything down- the crumpled papers next to her typewriter proved that.
The rain was pouring down outside her window, and condensation droplets were forming on the glass. The wooden table that she was sitting at gave the room a slight smell of lemongrass, and the cinnamon bun that she was eating earlier still left imprints of flavor on her tongue. Feeling suddenly cold, Amelia pushed the shawl on her shoulders (that was a birthday present from a friend) further up her shoulders. With skinny jeans, a plain red tight fitting t-shirt, and a gray shawl, Amy definitely didn't look anything like the average member of the "Swinging Sixties". Personally, she had never liked the trends of the sixties, and refused to wear the clothing that her friends wore.
She didn't look much like she belonged in the sixties either. Amy wore a minimal amount of makeup, and when she did wear it, she always preferred darker lip tones to the popular pastel ones. She also never spent too much time on her eyes, and her mascara, eyeliner, and eyeshadow were only used to compliment her natural eye color. Her friends thought it was funny that she never dolloped on her mascara, or splashed on bright eyeshadows.
"They make me looked like a doll," she had complained, as the other girls around her laughed. "I don't understand- it doesn't look good at all!"
Her friend Carolyn had laughed so hard at this. "You think making yourself look like you just woke up is hip? You walk down the street looking like you're loaded-" (at Amy's blank look, she explained, "drunk".) "It was a mystery you ever got a man! Actually-" Carolyn interrupted herself, "that Rory of yours seems to dress the same way, all casual and laid back."
Amy had just shaken her head. Carolyn was a great friend- she was one of the only people living in her neighborhood that actually was interested in talking like this. All the other women Amy's age already had children now, and thought it their duty to remain in the house, doing work cooking and cleaning. For a generation of women that seemed so involved in fighting sexism, they always seemed too busy doing housework to take a stand.
As Amy was sitting at her table, staring furiously at her typewriter, the doorbell rang. Frowning, Amy stared out the pouring window, and back to the ringing doorbell. Who would come with the rain pouring down this hard? Had something happened? Was it Rory?
Slightly panicking now, she ran to the door and wrenched it open.
Carolyn stood at her front doorstep, in a soaking wet raincoat, with her usually curly blonde hair all smoothed down. She looked only mildly irritated at the pouring rain, so Amy breathed a sigh of relief.
"No bad news?" she asked, just to make sure.
"Not at all," Carolyn replied. "Everything is crystal clear, 'cept for the skies, of course." She chuckled at her own joke, as Amy moved aside to let her in.
"So, what brings you at this hour?" Amy asked, as they both plopped down onto her sofa.
"I forgot your mail." Carolyn admitted, as she dug up through her large baby blue purse. "And I knew I would forget it if I didn't bring it now."
Amy laughed, and took the mail from her. "Lovely," she said, sorting through her mail. Bills, bills, a postcard from that awful neighbor Denise vacationing in San Francisco, bills, and finally, at the very back of the pile, a Tardis blue envelope.
It had been years since she had seen such a deep shade of blue. All the blood drained out of Amelia's face, and the room seemed to turn about 30 degrees colder. She dropped all the other papers she was holding in her hand, and turned the envelope over, and saw who it was addressed to. The Pond Residence.
Carolyn saw the frightened look in her friend's eye, and placed a hand on her arm. "Amy?" she asked.
"Where did you get this?" Amelia whispered. "Who gave this to you?"
"The lady at the post office said that it had been reserved for you. I thought the address was a little strange, but-"
"What did she look like?" Amy interrupted.
"I'm not really sure. The one thing I significantly noticed was that she was really, really short."
Amy smoothed her hair back worriedly, and shook her head. That didn't sound like anyone she knew.
"I don't understand," Carolyn interjected, "who is Pond?"
"Pond is my maiden name," Amelia said, more focused on the blue letter in her hand.
"Maybe it's from relatives in Scotland?" Carolyn suggested.
Shocked, Amelia whipped around to face her friend. "I never said," her voice full of accusation. "I never said anything about Scotland-"
"Yes, yes, I know," Carolyn hastily interrupted. "I just assumed, because of your accent, that it just might be?"
"Impossible," snapped Amy. "No one living there would write letters to me. No," Amy paced the house, talking more to herself now, "No, no, this is far worse."
Carolyn rubbed her blonde hair and stared curiously at Amy. "Maybe Rory would know something." she suggested.
"Rory! That's it!" Amelia took the envelope in her hands, and started to put on her raincoat. "I need to see him!"
"Woah, woah, woah." Carolyn leaned against the front door. "Hospital working hours, right? You can't just go barging in, I meant that you could ask him later!"
"No time," replied Amy. "No time at all. Thanks for your help, Carolyn."
Amelia ran out the door without shutting it, as her friend helplessly stared after her.
Despite the pouring rain, Amy was running as fast as she possibly could. Her chest heaved with every breath, and the rain beat down on her lungs. She half thought that she was going to catch hypothermia from the weather, but after continuing to run for after a long time, she stopped caring. The hospital wasn't that far from her house, just walking distance. She used to run around the hospital everyday in the summer- Amelia was one of the only women her age that was slim, and very physically fit. Amy turned the corner into the hospital, and barged in the doors, gasping for breath.
The receptionist stared at Amy for a while. She must have been quite a sight- her hair messy and bedraggled, her body covered in rain. Amy limped over to the receptionist and gasped out, "Rory... Williams... doctor." She could only get this far before coughing onto the floor.
The receptionist moved quickly. "You're not the only one to ask for Doctor Williams," he said, with a cheerful smile that matched the bright yellow waiting room walls. "He's a wonderful doctor."
"He's my husband." Amy said, within wheezes.
"Oh!" said the receptionist. "Did you want to contact him?" He seemed a little lost whether to take Amy to a hospital room or fetch her husband instead.
Amy nodded, and the receptionist dialed a number on the phone dial.
He picked up a bulky headset and asked, "Hello? Dr. Williams? Your wife is here... No, I think she's fine, just a little wet from the rain... Well, she says she wants to see you... Yes... Yes... Okay, thank you Dr. Williams." He put the phone down and said, "Mrs. Williams, your husband is coming."
Rory wasted no time. In two minutes, he had bounded down the stairs to face Amy. Rory was in dull grey hospital slacks and ugly white boots, but he didn't seem to notice the waiting room staring curiously at the odd couple, as his eyes were firmly fixed on Amelia's face.
With concern, he asked, "Amy? Are you alright?"
She shook her head. "Rory, I got an envelope in the mail today."
He shook his head. "No, I don't understand."
Amelia sighed. "I got a blue envelope."
Rory frowned. "Nope. Still not understanding."
Amy pulled the envelope out of her bag and handed it to Rory. "A Tardis blue envelope."
Rory snatched the envelope and read the letters, "The Pond Residence."
He stared at the letters with a frown, until he turned to the receptionist and asked, "David?"
"Yes?" the receptionist asked, looking at the curious interaction between the couple.
"I don't have anything major booked after lunch, do I?"
David rifled through a binder. "No, just standard ER procedure."
"Bradley can take my shifts, I'll pay him back." Rory said, as he walked towards Amy. She smiled a little bit for the first time.
"No problem," said David. "Might I ask, where are you planning on going?"
Amy smiled, and waved the envelope into the air and gestured to Rory. "Doctor's conference."
She grabbed Rory's hand, and pulled him out of the spotless hospital doors.
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