The angel stared at her. Never blinking, never moving. It just stared with its dark, cruel eyes. Amy stared back bravely, despite the fear she felt in the pit of her stomach. Then, her eyes would close. It was only for a fraction of a second, but that was more than enough time for the angel. It was always too late when Amy opened her eyes again. She'd already felt the angel's touch.
Amy Pond had that dream every night. Every time she closed her eyes hoping for sleep, she saw the angel's face. It mimicked her pain in its face, the only difference being the amusement that shone in its eyes. And, every night, the dream ended in the same way - with that feather light touch that ruined everything. Amy would wake up crying, and Rory would try to soothe her as best he could.
This time, the dream was different.
Amy faced the angel like always. It smiled at her now, as if it knew she didn't. She grew uneasy.
"Amy!" someone called from behind her. She turned and saw him, the Doctor, her Raggedy Doctor. "Come along, Pond! Please!"
Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Raggedy Man, goodbye," she choked out as if it were reflex.
Amy felt the angel touch her once more.
She didn't wake up screaming or crying. She woke up numb. Her eyes stared at the dark ceiling but she saw nothing. "Doctor," she whispered, "where are you?"