Another chapter, this time a short gap in between Thanks again to all who have been following my story from the beginning to all the people who started following recently, and to all the people who have been reading this-thank you. My dear fellow Whovians, our adventure is coming to an end soon. After this, there is only 1 or 2 more chapters left. So you will all get the ending to the story soon,...i promise.

(On another note that has nothing to do with the story but with the 50th Special: The Ninth Doctor will NOT be in the episode. When i found that out i cried. My Fantastic Doctor will not be returning.)

On to the Story!


Both the Ponds were all packed up and waiting to get off the train. Any minute now and the train would be slowing to a stop. Huge smiles were on both Amy and Rory's faces. Their own adventure was coming to an end, but after today they would have multiple chances for adventures.

Rory's eyes were fixed on the window, searching for any sign of Norway. The conversation he was having with his wife came to a halt when the train sped past the Norway Train Station.

"What the-"

"Ladies and gentlemen." the head over the intercom. " If I could have your attention. We will not be stopping at Norway today, it is forbidden. Sorry for the inconvenience."

"Forbidden?" Amy asked, panic quickly rising within her.

Realization formed in Rory's eyes. "The Angles." he whispered. "The Angles know where trying to leave."

The Ponds looked at each other for a moment. Panic evident in both of their eyes. Rory broke the silence buy standing up and grabbing their luggage.

"What are you doing Rory?" asked Amy. "The trains not stopping."

"No." agreed Rory. "But neither are we."

"Rory Williams, are you suggesting we jump off a moving train?"

"Yes Amy, I am."

Amy quickly got to her feet, and ignored the black splotches that formed. She quickly picked up the Doctors' package and followed Rory to the end of the train car. The door was easy enough to get open, but the train was speeding down the tracks. This was going to be hard.

"On the count of three?" Rory said, screaming over the wind. Amy looked at him, fear clearly written across her face. Rory's own head was screaming in terror, but he was doing his absolute best to hide it. "We jump together, or not at all." He screamed into the air. A flashback attacked Amy's mind.

Rory was standing at the ledge of a building, asking her to push him off. No matter how much she knew she should, Amy just couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she climbed onto the ledge next to him and wrapped his arms around her. "Together, or not at all." she said.

"Because that's marriage." Amy said, reality coming back.

Rory smiled. Amy took his left hand, and her fingers wrapped around the suitcase handle and his fingers. "One." she yelled.."Two." Rory mouthed, but the wind was to loud. "Three."

Together the Ponds took a leap of faith and jumped off the moving train. The grip they shared didn't break as they landed harshly on the ground. A scream escaped Rory as his neck sent pain through him. Amy closed her eyes, trusting that no matter what happens, she'll be with Rory, like she should be.

They rolled down a hill, the Doctor's box was tucked tightly into Amy's stomach, her right hand clenching Rory's left one for dear life. Rory's right hand held onto the luggage as tightly as he could. Amy's head kept hitting the ground, making her feel like throwing up. Rory's neck was being jostled to the point he had to fight himself to keep from passing out. Finally they came to a stop, both Ponds trying to catch their breaths.

After a moment, Amy opened her eyes and moved her head to get a better look at Rory. Her own vision was filled with black dots, but she did her best to look at him. His eyes were closed, his face was scrunched up as if her was in excruciating pain, but Amy couldn't see much else.

"Rory." she whispered.

No responds. His face stayed scrunched up, his eyes tightly closed. Amy's own vision was doing better, she could see more of her surroundings.

After another minute passed, and her vision was once again clear, she reached her arm out towards her husband.

"Rory." she tried again. His face relaxed, his eyes opened quickly. "Amy." he breathed.

"Rory, are you alright?" she asked, trying to keep his eyes open, his mind alert. Amy's own head was pounding, every movement she did sent a wave of pain over her., Trying her best to push it aside, she asked her questions again.

"No." he whispered. Rory never, no matter how bad it was, admitted to her that he was hurting physically. "No Amy, I'm not." Panic, fear, sadness all bubbled up in Amy. "But." continued Rory. "Once we get to the Doctor, I will be."

Emotions exploded. Tears fell down Amy's face though she was not sad. To overwhelmed. she thought. Slowly, but steadily, she got to her knees. Her stomach felt like it was going to explode out of her mouth. After a moment, Amy grabbed the box that started this adventure, and got to her feet. Leaning as far as she dared, her hand grabbed Rory's and she helped lift him to his feet.

They let each other catch their breath, and their footing, before they grabbed their two suitcases and began walking.

"Do we even know where were going?" asked Amy.

Rory stopped walking, trying to remember how the Doctor told him where to ho. "Um." he said, his memory slowly returning. "Oh!" Realization overtook him. "The Doctor gave us directions in the package!"

Amy let go of his hand and opened the box in her hands. She quickly found the paper that said 'directions' and handed to Rory. It took him less than a minute before a smile grew on his face.

"Were nearly there, I think."

"How do you know that?" Amy asked, closing the box and taking the directions from Rory.

"Because we're going to a beach."

Amy was still confused. "were not on a beach Rory. Were on a grassy hill."

"Listen Amy." he said gently. "Do you hear them?" The look Amy gave Rory was a look of pure confusion.

"The seagulls, Amy. Do y you hear the seagulls?"

The smile that grew on her face was a smile she hadn't used in a very long time. "Were nearly there, Amy."

"Well, come along Mr. Pond! We mustn't be late."