The year was 1951; Amy and Rory sat in their living room playing with their now 5 year old son, Anthony. He had dark brown hair and blue green eyes that seemed to shine like the stars. The three of them were happy, well as happy as possible anyways.
While Amy knew her husband was happy with their new life, she could sense that there was sadness in him that he would not admit even to himself. It had been there, burning in the depths of his heart since Demons Run. All his life he had wanted a kid, even when he was still a kid himself, Amy knew that. True they did have River and Anthony, but she felt like she had let Rory down somehow.
River truly was theirs, a product of their love for each other. Anthony, a sweet and adorable little boy who they could raise as their own. Amy felt that there was something that she needed to for both herself and Rory. But, it was impossible. They were living in the 1950's, if there was nothing they could do in the 21st century, there certainly wasn't any hope for her now.
Later that night, Rory put Anthony to bed, so his wife could relax a bit before they turned in for the night. She was just about to head up the stairs to go to bed, when she got a whiff of something. Something she had not smelt in a long time. She instantly rushed to the window to confirm her suspicions. Amy was only able to see the shadow of a woman with rather large curly hair, get into that familiar box and disappear before she could wrap her head around what she had seen. Amy was just about to cry when she noticed an envelope with a bulge in it, under her hand. She picked up the envelope and turned it over. In the bottom right corner was a little hand drawn picture of a River.
I know it's short and there wasn't any dialog in this chapter. But, please tell me what think.