Amy Pond is nineteen years old.
She blinks back tears as the Doctor disappears without so much as a second glance, raggedy no more, the only evidence of his presence the square-shaped depression in the grass where the Tardis once rested. Her childhood dream, gained and lost again. At least no one thinks she's crazy any more, not that it's much consolation.
She turns around and sees Rory, her eyes wet and blazing. "What does that idiot think he's doing, going off again? I could kill him!" Rory comes toward her and tries to pull her close, but she pushes him away.
"I'm still here," is all he says as she finally rests her head on his shoulder, trembling with anger.
"I know you are, Idiot. You never go anywhere."
"I never go anywhere," he echoes, rubbing her back.
After a while, she looks up and touches his nose, his ridiculous oversized nose.
"Don't go anywhere, Rory."
