"I swear it , however hard , however far – we will find you ."

"But I'm right here..."

"No you're not . And you haven't been , for a long , long time"

The Doctor's terrifying words echoed in Amy's ears but after they faded away she could remember nothing more except a blinding pain , a pain that ignited her muscles and burnt her bones , singed her skin and charred her nerves. This pain could have gone on for hours , maybe days on end, she just didn't know …

A sound broke through Amy's memories and her eyes jerked open suddenly as she lifted her head and peered in the direction of the sound. At first she wondered if it was some sort of alien noise , a sound that didn't exist on earth or on any of the worlds she had visited. But then she realised it wasn't a new sound , the difference this time was the way the sound hit her , it stirred something within her , it made her heart beat quicker and caused her to feel ill with worry . It took her a few minutes to recognise the noise and then it dawned on her – crying, a baby crying.

She sat gingerly on the edge of the bed and looked across the room. She took in her surroundings , at first glance she would have said it was a hospital , it smelled of disinfectant , that almost unnaturally clean smell that stung her nostrils and seemed to catch her throat with its harshness. The walls were snow white in colour but unlike snow there was no softness or forgiving, no hope that it would melt away and set her free. There was just a square, harshness . And nothing more. There was a silver tray sitting on a white block table next to the far wall , on the tray were some non-descript medical items which Amy's gaze swept past as quickly as she could make it as she tried desperately not to dwell on their functions. Her line of vision swung past a large window which looked out onto a dark warehouse-like room and it was here that she gained her first, very obvious clues that this was in fact not a hospital and these clues came in the shape of soldiers marching across the concrete floor in full combat gear with guns slung over their shoulders. But she didn't have time to worry about this discovery , all her concern was spent on her daughter . This thought crossed her mind and shook her to the core . "My daughter." she repeated to herself under her breath as her legs carried her of their own accord to the cot in the centre of the room.

Amy cautiously reached into the cot and brushed the baby's arm with her forefinger . Her daughter reached up and grabbed Amy's finger , Amy gasped as the tiny fingers closed around hers . She had seen so many amazing things during her time with the Doctor but for the life of her she could not think of anything more amazing that this – she was a mother .