"Melody Pond," breathed Amelia. "That's what she went by. Melody."
And then she screamed, not in pain, but in realization.
"Get away from me, Doctor! Run, if you want to live!" she cried. "I think something's happening to me…"
A beautiful, gentle golden glow radiated from her hands.
"Here I go…"
And then she shrieked as streams of the brightest light shot from her hands and face, tearing apart the walls and ceiling of The Library, the biggest Library in the universe. Columns collapsed and books burned with a horrible, crackling noise; her murderer collapsed, dead, on the ground.
The Doctor watched from afar, comprehension dawning in his eyes.
"River's daughter," he breathed in wonder.
And then silence fell, and all stopped. Amelia Pond (or whatever her name was) stood, panting, in the center of the hallway.
Except now she wasn't the same Amelia Pond, with River's kinky hair (but red), and Amy's pale face. Her hair was in jet black dreadlocks and her skin very dark.
"Well, that was weird," she managed, examining her new body. "Hmmm, that's interesting, isn't it? I think I'm taller- a lot taller, actually. Wait, my arms! What on Earth happened to me?"
"It's called regeneration, Amelia. Get used to it, you'll be doing it a lot," sounded a familiar voice.
"No," breathed the Doctor, staring at the source of the voice. "But you died!"
"What, not even a 'hello'?"
"But- but- but- you can't just change the future like that!"
"It's called marriage, sweetie."
