Amy Pond is Twenty-One Years Old
She watches the doors of hope closing on her best friend, the one who came back for her, even if he was twelve years too late. Maybe her whole life, she's been bleeding from the inside. But she is not alone.
"Shut up, then" she snaps to the plastic soldier, the man who waited 2,000 years, begging him to shut off the torrent of unbearable thoughts in her head, the unendurable pain. And Rory does what he always does. He takes her in his arms and holds her, and she knows something for the first time.
She can live without the Raggedy Doctor.
