My heart began to beat faster in my chest. "What! Are you crazy?"

"No, not crazy. But I still think you should. He's your friend after all."

"Excuse me! He tried to kill us!"

"Shh. Don't yell and I know. But he was still your friend. You don't have to let him know about the wedding, but just go and speak to him. Please? For me?" John turned me round to look him in the face. His eyes seemed to look straight into my soul and I couldn't do anything except nod. "Thank you. Now, visiting hour starts in ten minutes so go on. I'll wait outside for you.

"Today?"

"Good a time as any isn't it?"

I nodded again but I still couldn't push the feeling of dread down inside me.

The prison guard held out his hand and I handed him the locker key. I didn't have any objects on me now except for a few pounds in change. The sniffer dog wandered back over to the guard who showed me through a set of double doors. I found myself in a large rooms with fifty tables in it. There was a prisoner sat at each one. Some of them had people sat infront of them and others were greeting family and friends. I scanned the room and found Rory sitting near the back. I was relieved when I saw that there was a guard sitting a little way from him.

I wandered over to Rory and forced a smile on my face. Rory's eyes lit up and he gave me a hug. I noticed the guard nearest to us tense up a little but and his hand flicker towards him radio. A wriggled out of Rory's embrace and sat down opposite him.

"Hi." I said, glancing around. There were, to my relief, over twenty guards in the room.

"Don't worry Amy. I'm not going to try anything." He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Well sorry for being anxious. You're the one who tried to kill me."

"Spur of the moment thing." he waved his hand airily but didn't apologise. "Where's Smith?"

"He's waiting outside. He thought it'd be better for me to visit you alone."

"Yeah. How nice of him. Also how nice of you to visit me in jail after I've been here six months."

"Sorry. I've been busy."

"Figures." Rory rolled his eyes and I resisted the urge to slap him. "So. What's the outside world been up to?"

"The usual. Fights and making enemies."

"Typical. What about you?"

"This and that."

"What about John? He was in a wheel chair last time I saw him."

"Yes. He was." my voice became icy. "He nearly died and I wasn't allowed to see him for two weeks. After the two weeks he still hadn't come out of his comma so they were going to turn the machines off."

"But he lived."

"Obviously. And don't sound so harsh about it."

"Sure. I have no reason what so ever to sound so harsh." there was an awkward silence before he spoke again. "Congratulations." he said it so quietly I thought I'd miss heard him.

"Pardon?"

"I said congratulations. I'm happy for you two."

"I don't get you." I frowned and he rolled his eyes.

"I mean congratulations about this." he leant across the table and grabbed my hand. He pulled it back towards him. The guard near by took a step forward but I waved him off. Rory twisted the ring on my finger. "This. I wish I could've given you this." he smiled up at me and I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Time to leave Miss." I turned to see the guard staring at me.

"I'll visit again soon. I promise." I pulled my hand back from Rory and walked away from him.

"You okay?" John held out his hand as I walked beck to the car.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"You just seem to be examining your ring a lot."

"It's a nice ring." I pointed out and he laughed.

"Oh Amy. I know you so much better than that."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," he voice suddenly became a lot more serious. "It looks like your having second thoughts."

I looked up into his sad eyes and smiled at him. "No. I'm not. I'm just wondering about something Rory said."

"What?"

"Congratulations."

"Hows that a bad thing?"John stopped walking.

"Hello? He tried to kill me when we went out to dinner and you because we were sharing a house. What the hell will he do now that we're getting married?"

"Maybe he's had a change of heart."

"He's only been in there 5/6 months!"

"Amy, please. I understand where you're coming from, but I really don't think you need to worry. What's the worst he can do behind bars?"

"He could get out!" John really wasn't listening to me. It was starting to tick me off.

"Amy, I promise no harm will come to you in the next seven years or after that. If your that worried, we'll get a restraining order." I nodded silently and got in the car. Deep down inside me though I knew that there we're two options. Live or die.