Rory stepped out of the TARDIS and looked around at the graveyard in which they had landed.

"Amy! Come see this," Rory called uncertainly.

"What?" Amy replied, stepping out of the TARDIS.

"There's a gravestone here for someone with the same name as me."

"What?" she replied, confused. Suddenly, Rory disappeared and revealed a Weeping Angel standing behind him. "Doctor!" Amy yelled, her voice breaking, her eyes glued to the stone monster. The Doctor and River Song came rushing out of the TARDIS.

"Where the hell did that come from?" River gasped.

The Doctor scanned the Angel with his sonic screwdriver. "It's a survivor. Very weak, but keep your eyes on it."

"Where's Rory?" Amy's voice trembled.

The Doctor slowly walked forward and noticed the Angel pointing. He looks at the gravestone and saw Rory's name as well as "Aged 82".

"I'm sorry, Amelia. I'm so, so sorry."

"No. No, we can just go and get him in the TARDIS. One more paradox–"

"Would rip New York apart and I –"

"No, that's not true. I don't believe you," Amy cried. Tears were streaming down her pale cheeks.

"Mother, it's true," River Song said. With shuddering breaths, Amy began to walk towards the Angel.

"Amy? What are you doing?" The Doctor asked apprehensively.

"That gravestone, Rory's, there's room for one more name, isn't there?" she replied.

"What are you talking about?" He began to head for the TARDIS and reached for Amy's hand as he passed. "Back away from the Angel. Come back to the TARDIS! We'll figure something out!"

"The Angel, would it send me back to the same time, to him?"

"I don't know. Nobody knows!"

Amy took a step closer. "But it's my best shot, yeah?"

The Doctor raised his hands in a vain attempt to stop her. "No!"

"Doctor, shut up! Yes, yes, it is!" River Song cried.

"Amy –"

"Well, then, I just have to blink, right?"

"No!"

"It'll be fine. I know it will. I'll - I'll be with him, like I should be. Me and Rory, together. Melody," she said, holding her hand out behind her.

The Doctor turned to River. "Stop it! Just – just stop it!"

River Song took her mother's hand.

"You look after him. You be a good girl and you look after him," she said, crying. River kissed her mother's hand.

"You are creating a fixed time. I will never be able to see you again," The Doctor pleaded desperately.

"I'll be fine. I'll be with him," she replied.

The Doctor was crying now. "Amy, please. Just – come back into the TARDIS. Come on, Pond, please."

Amy sobbed. "Raggedy man," she cried, turning to The Doctor, "Goodbye!" And then she disappeared.

It was a strange sensation. It felt like she was falling, falling, falling, into a great black nothing. Finally, she was lying still, her eyes closed. She breathed in deeply, freezing cold air flooding her lungs. Her green eyes fluttered open to reveal a cloudy grey sky. Slowly, Amy sat up and looked around. She was sitting in the middle of a field covered in snow. There was an apple tree right next to her, its branches weighed down with snow. For some reason, she couldn't remember how she got here, what had happened. She furrowed her brow and made an annoyed noise. And where was Rory?

Suddenly, it hit her all at once. The Weeping Angel. New York City. Rory disappearing before her eyes. Tears began to form, and she blinked them away. She scooted over and rested against the tree trunk, trying to collect her thoughts. Where was Rory now? If she wasn't dead, he probably wasn't either! With this newfound hope, a whole new set of thoughts raced through her head. If they had been touched by a Weeping Angel, how were they not dead? The Doctor had said that it was a weak survivor… The Doctor. Guilt manifested itself in Amy's chest. She had abandoned him and her daughter for her husband. But she had to put that thought at the back of her head now, and concentrate on finding him and discovering why she was still alive, what had happened.

First things first, she had to find out where she was herself. She looked around again, concentrating on sounds. Very faintly, she heard a car's engine. Where there was a car, there was bound to be a road. She started toward the road, but stopped and grabbed an apple from the tree, giving it a bitter smile. It reminded her of her first meeting with The Doctor when she was seven. She drew a face in the apple and took a bite, finally starting toward the road. Within a minute or two, she had reached a small, two-lane road. There was a small blue sign that read: "LEADWORTH 1 MILE". She smiled a little. Rory would've gone there, wouldn't he? Maybe the Weeping Angel that had touched them was too weak to kill them, and instead transported them to another time. Amy started walking along the side of the road, heading to Leadworth. About halfway there, she began to shiver. She was out in the snow, obviously in the middle of winter, with only her thin light brown jacket covering her black and white striped t-shirt. And she definitely didn't have the right shoes – flats weren't exactly ideal for walking through nearly-knee-deep snow. Amy trekked on, however, bracing herself against the snow that had just started to fall. In less than ten minutes, she was at the outskirts of Leadworth. She spotted the park, where a man with light brown hair was fidgeting as he walked around, looking all about him. Rory.