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"Rory," The Doctor began," was one of your best friends growing up. Remember the dolls you made of you and the Raggedy Doctor? Well, it was with him that you played with. Whenever you reenacted that day, you would be Amelia, and he would be the Raggedy Doctor. As the two of you grew up, you became a kiss-o-gram, and he became a nurse. He was the only one to sort of make the connections between Prisoner Zero and the comatosed bodies. He was also your boyfriend, and husband."
"But why don't I remember any of this?" Amy asked with despair.
"You don't remember him because the light from the crack, a crack just like the one in your bedroom, shone over him, and erased him from time itself. Because of that, he never existed, except in memory. And even then, we had to concentrate to remember."
"But if we concentrated so hard, then why don't I remember anything?" Amy asked.
"You don't remember anything because you stopped concentrating. You let your grief consume you and you stopped concentrating. I, on the other hand, kept concentrating as to keep him alive." The Doctor answered.
"But if he's alive, why can't we get him?" Amy asked, trying to hold on to some hope, even while she knew what the answer would be.
"We can't get him because he never existed. I'm sorry Amy, but Rory is gone."
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