When The Doctor re-entered the TARDIS, saddened by the realisation of what happened to Amy, he found her curled into Rory's arms, frightened, like she was grabbing onto anything safe she had. Her breathing was calmed and back to normal, but she was sobbing, uncontrollably. Rory found himself in tears too; pouring from his saddened eyes, rolling from his chin and onto Amy's bare stomach.

The Doctor lingered around them. Walking up and down, still feeling anger crawling evilly though his bones. Still in his hand was the teddy that he found. He wondered who it belonged to, and if that child was in any danger. It's battered ways, one button as an eye, covered in soot; from it's looks, The Doctor could tell this teddy was treasured and was a child's favourite toy. He circled the Ponds, then circled them one last time and stopped directly in front of the pair. Holding up the teddy to his face he gave it a sorrowful look and then bent down and gently placed it into one of Amy's hands.

"Here, I think you need it." he whispered, attempting to give a hopeful smile. He then retreated and headed up the TARDIS stairs, head hung low in grief.

He heard River's voice calling after him. "Doctor? Aren't you going to fly her? We are still in his flamed hotel." she said, looking into the TARDIS screen which hung on the console. The screen displayed the outside of the ship, showing hot flames firing up and burning anything into it's way.

"Oh, you do it!" he yelled back, with slight frustration in his voice before disappearing out of view and heading down the one of the ship's corridors. River sighed back at him and started to push buttons and turn knobs to fly the TARDIS as smoothly as possible for the comfort of Amy.

Amy moved it up to view and examined it with her wet and tired eyes. Instantly recognising it, an alarm rang inside of her. It's Jess'. She could be in trouble, she is only a little girl. Amy's mind raced. She expected too much by asking her to make her own way out, she is too young. If only the TARDIS materialised earlier, saving them both. She could only hope she is safe.

Her feelings became angered and anxious. Remembering Rivers words. I will find Rory and the Doctor, they will help you. I promise. They didn't come and get her, they were too late.

"Y-you promised, you promised you would come and get me." she sobbed, angrily, but the realisation hit in, hard. She has been rescued, if it wasn't for them, she would still be in the flame-ridden hotel, smothered in thick smoke, killed by the poisonous gas. "No, no-no, I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, Rory." she wailed, shakily breathing in a panic. Feelings came crashing back to her. The feeling of being in trouble, and scared of what Rory would think of her. If Rory knew what had happened, and Rory wasn't sure, he wouldn't like her...surely? He would hate her, leave her, no wonder he told her to get out all those days ago. That lead her to staying at the hotel and the take over and attack happening. Perhaps Rory wanted it to happen so he could get rid of her. She should have treated him better, not kept on going on about The Doctor coming to return. They did need to get on with their lives together and not depend on adventures with a time travelling raggedy man. That's it, it was her fault.

All of a sudden she started to feel scared, guilty and lonely; like everything that had happened to her was her fault and only she was to blame. A sudden sense of de-realization smothered her. Her heart drummed in her slender framed chest, as her breathing worsened again in an uneasy panic. Her breaths came quick and fast, increasing in speed. She gasped, gulping air wildly, like there wasn't enough of it. Without warning, her breaths became uncontrollable, causing her to hyperventilate. She violently blinked as her vision became disjointed and fuzzy. Her head becoming faint in a instant. She felt like the whole world came crashing down onto her of the last weeks events, suffocating her, giving no control on her body. As her body trembled, her ribs started to torment her- caused by the bruising and breathing as they convulsed in an uneven fashion. Filled with extreme fear and anxiety she thrashed out in Rory's arms, wanting to get free and away from anyone around her.

Rory watched in horror. Instantly recognising a panic attack, his mind raced with what to do. He is a nurse, he should know; he definitely learned it. Right try to remember. Four steps, or was it three? What were they? Relax. Right, relax. Then what?

Shaking, Rory removed Amy from his arms and as carefully as he could, laid her flat on the ground and grabbed her trembling hand, squeezing it lightly. She fought against him, trying to get up and away but Rory calmly kept her still. He looked down at her, chest heaving, breaths painfully gasping, lip quivering as jumbled words escaped her mouth.

"...B-breathe...s-scared...can't...R-Ror-...help m-me!" she choked, gasping, tears rolling, terror riddled.

Gathering his thoughts, Rory squeezed her sweaty hand again. "Amy, you need to listen to me. You need to take long deep breaths. Nothing is happening to you, you're fine," he addressed her, "Trust me, I'm here. No one's going to hurt you, that's all over. You are just panicking, you're good, you're okay." he repeated this over and over, telling Amy to breathe and reassuring her the situation is safe. He decided against using the oxygen as her breathing could be controlled by herself.

Eventually Amy took on-board the advice. By breathing deeply, it slowly became controlled. Her vision came back to her and her head stopped spinning. This made her feel really tired and exhausted, as well as all the running she did not too long ago. As a result of this, she flopped back into Rory's arms, her clutch on the teddy weakening and felt her eyes close slowly. Rory held her in an embrace, tightly.

"Rory, is she okay?" River asked, after successfully guiding the TARDIS to drift into deep space. She abandoned the console and rushed over to Rory with Amy, kneeling down and stroking her hair.

"Yes," Rory said, cracking a hopeful but tiny smile and wiping his wet face, "Yeah, she's good. She just needs to rest. I think I'll take her to our room."

"Agreed." River replied, nodding her head.

With a gentle touch from Rory, he wiped the remaining tears from Amy's closed eyes. He then leaned in for a gentle forehead kiss, cupping her delicate face with one hand. Amy sighed gracefully at his touch, with reassurance that she was safe and protected.

He got into position and scooped up her feeble body as she slept peacefully in his arms. He carefully began to walk, followed by River Song, determined not to wake her. Carrying her with no problem at all due to her light weight, he looked down at her weak dozing body coated with cuts and bruises.

"It's going to be fine," Rory whispered to a vulnerable Amy. "It's going to be fine."

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