This is a sort of epilogue or the "Next Time" that you get at the end of the Dr Who episodes.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Williams, but I do own Kim's Hall of Mirrors and anything else that goes on in there.


In the summer of 2014, Amy and Rory Williams were on holiday in Brighton. It was not their first choice of holiday destination, but Amy had received a flyer to a travelling funfair that was in Brighton for one week only. At Amy's insistence, they packed their cases and headed to Brighton for a week.

The funfair was easy enough to find. Amy and Rory pushed their way through crowds. They queued for rides and bought candyfloss to share. And then Amy spotted it.

Kim's Hall of Mirrors looked exactly the same as it did all those years ago when she had been travelling with the Doctor. Amy had filled Rory in on the story as they drove to Brighton. Now they stood at the bottom of the steps leading up to the front door.

Memories came flooding back to Amy. Rory made a comment about lots of Amy Ponds. Guessing correctly what he was thinking about, Amy told him what they had said about his nose. Rory put a protective hand over the protruding feature, looking hurt. Amy laughed, pulled his hand away and kissed the tip of it.

'Can I help you?' the couple turned. The old woman who ran the stall looked exactly the same as she had done back in 2007. Surely, Amy thought, seven years should have taken their toll on the poor woman. But she still looked exactly the same as she did then, not more wrinkles or lines, no back problems or hip replacements, no more grey hairs... it was like she hadn't aged at all.

The woman smiled at them. 'Do you want to go in?'

'Oh, no,' Amy said hurriedly, 'I just swung by to give you this.' She took out her purse and deposited 37p into the woman's hand.

The woman stared at it, and then looked up at Amy, and then her mouth split into a wide smile and she pocketed the change. 'I know you'd come back and pay me,' she said happily, 'you seemed the sort of girl who would.'

Amy smiled an awkward smile. Rory was getting out his wallet now. 'How much is it to enter?' he asked.

'£4,' the elderly woman told him.

'It's gone up,' Amy remarked as Rory counted out pound coins.

'Of course it has,' the woman snapped, 'there is a recession, you know, love.'

'There we go,' Rory said, handing the woman a ten pound note, 'keep the change. Come on, Amy. You can show me where it all happened.'

'Alright,' Amy said, taking hold of her husband's hand, 'well, through here, was where we all battled my reflections and...'

The sound of the redhead's voice faded as the door swung shut behind the couple. There was a pause and then a little girl joined the woman. 'There they go-'

'And there they'll stay-'

'-Until he comes-'

'-Until the Doctor comes to free us.'


;D Until next time...