Supplemental: Archival Records
Marker: Journal Entries From The Diary of Mrs. Amelia Pond-Williams
Frequency: Intermittent
Entries provided courtesy of Mr. Anthony Brian Williams

27th of March 1944

Dear Doctor,

Rory was an absolute prince tonight so I was immediately suspicious. Not as if he's not always nice and wonderful but he and I have a banter, we tease each other, we joke around. You remember. It's how we do Amy and Rory, it's who we are. But he was so sweet tonight, so indulging, so wonderful. He took me to dinner at The Stork Club and I don't know how many times he needed to kiss me across the table. Not that I minded. A lavish meal and desert and in between that he kept asking me to dance, over and over again, but only the slow songs.

And then when we got home he was a bit amorous. What am I saying, amorous, Doctor this is you I'm talking to. He was horny, we haven't shagged like that in awhile. Dress hiked, knickers pushed to the side, up against the wall in the kitchen next to the grocery list. Then again, later on after we'd had second dessert, in bed but this time was softer, more sensual. It wasn't playful, it wasn't a shag, in fact it was really, really intense. As I held him in my arms when we'd finished, both of us panting, I asked him to tell me what was wrong. Instead he kissed me and said, I need a shower Amy. Just a few moments to myself and then I'll tell you.

So here I sit on the bed, a little after midnight, waiting to hear the water stop running while dreading it at the same time.

1:45 AM

He's going. I just...can't.

6:22 AM

Dear Doctor,

I couldn't write anymore last night. After he told me, I dissolved into tears then I started to hyperventilate and then I threw up. I write all this as though I'm better now. I'm not. My head aches, my throat is raw, my eyes are swollen. Rory is sleeping uneasily by my side. He has dark circles under his eyes and maybe, for the first time ever, I think he looks his age. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I do too. The lines around our eyes are standing out, the forehead wrinkles, the slight valleys around our mouths. Stress has given us both a whole new face. I feel old, Doctor.

He kept saying, We don't know, Amy. We don't know what any of this really means. We don't even know if you can get sent back by the Angels twice. Really, I've been thinking, the Doctor said the Angels send you back and feed off potential energy, time energy. They already got us, we don't have anything left for them to feed off of. Maybe we're dead batteries.

But we're still stuck here. I said. I never told you this. But our first few months here when we drove past the Manhattan bridge when we didn't even come near to crossing it, I felt so sick, Rory, I broke out into this cold sweat and I started shaking. I felt like I was going to die, I just knew if we went over, we'd die.

He swallowed.

I know, I remember. I felt it too. But I was never sure if it was just my nerves or-

It was real. That wasn't nerves. That was real.

We don't know that. He'd said suddenly. We just don't know.

So what are our options? I'd send you to Canada, to go stay with Bracey. You could come back in '45 when this is all over.

Still the same problem of getting out. Plus...I've never run from battle, Amy. I don't think I could live with myself if I dodged the draft.

I looked at him like he was absolutely mad.

Fuck the draft! I can't live without you. This is the past, Rory, it's all over. Sixty million people die. From start to finish, sixty million and nothing can stop it. Making it sixty million and one won't solve anything.

Amy, I would never run for Canada because I would never leave you.

You are leaving me.

Be fair, I have no choice. If I don't show up they will have MP's here to drag me off. They will take me, no matter what, they will take me. Now look, I have reason to believe this might all actually work. Melody added some thing to my file. Military service from WWI, she made me a Major. Why would she do that? It wasn't there before. She's trying to put me into a better situation, somehow. Baby, I'm scared too. I'm terrified but I have to believe we'll come through this.

You don't believe in fate.

No. I believe in our daughter and I believe in the Doctor.

Bugger the Doctor. What's he got to do with this?

And I believe in us.

What if I went with you?

What you mean, dress like a soldier and hop on the bus with me? He laughed mirthlessly.

No, what if I follow the bus in the car. So that way, if something happens, it'll happen to both of us together. All I have to do is blink.

He grabbed me by the shoulders then, his eyes serious and dark.

Amy, I have never, ever forbid you to do anything, but I absolutely forbid you from doing that. I won't have you commit suicide for me. Tell me you won't do that. Promise me!

He gave me a shake and my teeth rattled. Rory had never put his hands on me before.

I won't...I won't do it. I promise.

He'd relaxed then.

Alright. Thank you. Sorry I shook you like that. Are you ok?

Fine. I'm fine. You're on edge, I understand.

Now, will you just trust me. Trust that things will work out ok.

Do you have to go to work today? Please say you'll stay home with me.

I'll call in sick. He whispered pulling me against him in bed. Tomorrow I'll go in and collect my things, take my leave of absence. We're going to spend the next 11 days together, ok. You and me. No calls, no trips, we won't even answer the door. Just you and me, Amy.

Just as it should be.

We settled down in bed and I lay against him taking comfort in his heartbeat. Eventually something switched over inside of me and I brought him into my arms. I started thinking about how truly scared he must be. How sad, and frightened and tired. He needed my comfort, my reassurance, even if I wasn't confident in the slightest.

We'll be ok, love. It will all work out. My brave, brave boy. My husband. My Rory. You're right, everything will be fine. I trust you. I trust us.

I cooed this to him over and over, stroking his hair, holding him to my breasts until he fell asleep. I have to be strong for him. The way he's always strong for me.

This would be a great time for you to show up, Doctor. You love being the hero. You love a zero hour rescue. Well here it is. Here's your moment.

I'm waiting.

I'm always waiting.

I'm going to try and sleep now, next to my husband, while I can.

Something just occured to me, Doctor.

The Angels are making me count down, aren't they? Again. For fun.

11...

Love across the stars, Doctor.

Love, Amy and Rory.