The New York cemetery was ominously quiet for the middle of the afternoon. Amy pushed on ahead, leading River and the Doctor through the crumbling headstones. Near a marble wall, the Weeping Angel reached with outstretched arms, as if to embrace the mourners. "Don't look away. Don't look at its eyes, and don't look away," the Doctor warned River.

Amy rubbed the back of her hand across her face, but her cheeks remained dry. She paused for a moment, glancing down at a memorial by her foot. The name seared her vision like a camera flash. Then she looked over her shoulder at the Doctor, smiled, and kept walking.

"No, no don't do this, please!" The Doctor ran forward, but River grabbed his arm.

"There's nothing we can do!" Tears dripped down her face. "This has already happened."

Amy closed her eyes. All it took was a blink, and she was gone.

"Amy, Amy! No." The Doctor ran forward, trying to pull her away. Instead, he tripped over the tombstone. "Amy…Amy."

"Doctor," River pointed at the writing. "You need to read this."

"Rory Williams, 1980-1969; yes, I know." He yanked away a clump of grass, revealing more words. "Amelia Pond, 1983-1971. Fish fingers and custard."

River laid a hand on his shoulders. "There was nothing we could do. Nothing."

Based on filming information for season seven episode five. For Valentine from the Teaspoon and an Open Mind fanfic community.