I lie on a white couch, in a small, cell-like room. The door swings open and Will and John rush in. They jump on me and hug me. I weakly smile and methodically pat their heads, all the time staring at the wall.
Jack comes over to my side. "Honey?" He snaps his fingers in front of my face. "Rose?"
I shake myself mentally. "Yes, sweetie?"
"Good." He smiles. "You are mobile after all!"
"Mommy! We don't want you to go away!" comes a little voice from my side. I look down and see John looking up at me, those beautiful brown eyes of his slowly filling up with tears. I grab him and Will and hold them close, the tears finally beginning to flow. "I love you, sweethearts. I love you more than the world."
I turn to Jack and hold out my hand. He nods and puts the scissors in them. I take the scissors and cut off a long lock of my blonde hair. I give it back to Jack with the scissors. I look at him, and he draws me in for a long, passionate kiss. When we break apart, I plant a small peck on each of my son's heads as Peacekeepers enter the room and take them away from me.
Once alone, I start to cry. A moment later, the door opens. I look up and see Amy standing there. "Oh, Amy."
"Rose Tyler Harkness. Oh, Rose."
"I'll win for you, alright? More than anything I would win for. I'll win for you and Jack, for John and Will, for Samantha, Julia, Ella, and Martha. I will win."
She pulls away. "The thing is..."
"What?"
"My husband."
"Oh my-"
I reach out my hand to her. She slaps it away.
"Amy!"
"How dare you? Rose Tyler, how dare you? Would you really kill my husband?"
"No- I mean y- I mean, I don't-"
"Don't lie to me."
"You can't blame me for wanting to win!"
"How can I say 'I hope you'll win' when it means my husband has to die?"
"I never asked you to say that!"
"Tell the truth. You expected me to say that, didn't you?"
I was silent. The truth was, I did. I had completely forgotten about Rory.
"Hmph. I thought so!"
She slapped me across the face.
"Don't forget, Amy, I was the one who volunteered for you in the first place, so you wouldn't have to kill your stupid husband!"
"Yeah, right."
"Well why else would I volunteer?"
Amy stood there with all kinds of emotions running over her face. Finally, she spun on her heel and walked out the door.
"No! Stay! Please stay!" But she was gone.
I collapsed onto the couch, crying.
