The little girl. She sat on her suitcase, gazing up at the stars. She had pretty, wide eyes, and she wore her little winter hat, pulled on over a shock of orange hair. She searched the sky, waiting. Waiting for the madman in the box. Waiting for the Doctor.
That box. The brand new ancient blue box. She would see it again. But not that night. Not the night that she waited for him to return. He'd said five minutes. He'd said it like he meant it, like that moment five minutes later when he'd see her would be the most important moment of both their lives. Then he'd hopped into his spaceship and flew off into the stars.
The little girl waited for years. She waited until she wasn't a little girl anymore. She told her story to many people, and stood her ground when they didn't believe her. But she never gave up on him. Because that little blue box was a beacon of hope. And she held on tight.
And he came back. She was all grown up. And together they saved the world. But he left again.
Two years later he came back for her. On the night of her wedding, he swept her away. They had adventures through space and time. And eventually she fell in love. But not with him.
All those trips through the universe. All those crazy trips with the madman. She needed something solid. She needed her rock. And her raggedy man with his blue spaceship, he wasn't the one.
Rory. She'd known him for all her life. Since they were children. They were great friends, her and Rory. And it took them longer that it should have to find out that they were in love. She took him with her and the Doctor on their adventures. But he died. And she forgot him.
She spent some time with just her and the Doctor. And she felt so sad, but she couldn't remember why. He knew why she was so heartbroken. But he couldn't bear to tell. Then she found Rory again. The universe was ending. Time was collapsing. Every sun would supernova, every moment in history. Gone. And it was up to them to save it. The Doctor and Amelia Pond. The Girl Who Waited.
And they did. They saved the world and rebooted the universe. And Amelia finally knew what she wanted.
Rory. However spectacular the Doctor was, Rory was her rock. He'd waited 2,000 years for her, just to keep her safe. And he'd had faith in her. Because no matter how far away they were from each other or however separated they were, she knew he was coming.
Amelia Pond remembers her last words to him. "Together, or not at all." They fall, hand in hand. She holds him close, her only lifeline now. And as they plunge from the rooftop of the Winter Quay, she sees her life. The Doctor. The world. Rory. She pulls him towards her and whispers in his ear. "I love you, Rory."