Sometimes she wondered why she felt so empty. She'd learned to never question what happened to her. None of it made sense anyways. But even before she'd met the Doctor, she'd always been so confused with her life. It felt like the world was always one step ahead of her, molding itself around her decisions, her every move. And she lived in a whirlwind, of adventure and love and fear and sorrow and wonder. Sometimes to the point where she didn't know what was real.
All her life she'd lived without so many things. She'd never had parents, and never remembered anything about them. But one day, she'd woken up, with a sweet, caring woman downstairs and a father reading his newspaper, glasses on his nose. She'd never seen them before in her life, yet she felt so right with them there. Two complete strangers, living with her, tending to her. They felt like family. So Amy just let it go.
A never ending paradox, she was. A flux in time and space. The Doctor always asked her if she wondered why her life made no sense. And she did. All the time. It kept her up at night, kept her crying. He never really explained it fully to her. It had something to do with the crack in her bedroom wall, that she knew. Other that that, she was lost.
Rory was real. He kept her real too. She truly believed that as long as they were together, everything would be all right.
They lived two lives. Real life, where Rory went to work, saved lives. And Amy posed for the cameras. Then there was Doctor life. A tornado of fun, and adventure, and games and beautiful sights. It was wonderful, but when it was over, he dropped them off a went sailing back into the universe in his little blue box. She knew a day would come when she had to choose. A simple, quiet, peaceful life with Rory, in a small town. Or a life in the TARDIS, flying with the Doctor. Rory would be there too, of course, but it would be different. Never stopping for too long, never settling, never staying. Amy would pick one someday. But for now, she would just be whisked away.