Supplemental: Archival Records
Marker: Journal Entries From The Journal of Dr. Rory Arthur Williams
Frequency: Intermittent
Entries provided courtesy of Mr. Anthony Brian Williams

1st of April 1944

Dear Doctor,

Five days from now, if all goes well, I'll be on a bus heading to Pine Camp in Jefferson County, New York for training and assignment. I'll be joining the 5th Armored Division and from there shipping out to the UK. Then I imagine it's on to Utah Beach. I'm scared. But you already knew that.

Amy is handling things well, very well actually. So well I'm worried that she's keeping it all bottled up.

The Doctor came to Amy at her loneliest, when Rory was gone, when she was most afraid. He comforted her and he took her back into the TARDIS. And he loved her to the end of her days.

See what I did there? If you read it, it becomes fact, right? That's what you said. That's what Amy told me you said. It means if something happens to me either leaving Manhattan or on the coasts of France or at any time, you will come for her because you just read what I wrote. You will figure out something and you will save her. I just created a fixed point, so you must.

I'm not sure, but this could theoretically be the last time I get to write to you. I don't think it will be but I won't sacrifice my final moment with you to my hubris or arrogance.

I love you, Doctor. Second to Amy, you're my best friend. I know we didn't exactly get along in the beginning. I was so jealous of you. I think a part of me hated you. That was, of course, before we got to know one another. I want you to know I cherished every moment we spent together. Every adventure, every journey, everything you ever showed us. Knowing that we might have to someday choose between, as we called it, Real Life and Doctor Life, tore me apart. How on earth could anybody ever let you go? I suppose this was the way the Universe decided for us. We would have stayed with you forever, we always said we'd decide later. Some other day. I just can't imagine that day coming.

I'd be remiss if I didn't mention Christmas. It was lovely. Truly lovely and I'm sorry we three didn't get the chance to have that again. I hope you don't regret it, we never did.

I suppose, most importantly, we know you love us. We know you looked after us and took care of us. We know you picked us out of everyone else in this world or the next and according to Melody you came back for us more than anyone. You saved our lives, you saved our engagement, you saved our marriage. You gave me back the woman I loved every time I thought she was lost forever. Even this last time.

Thank you for letting her go. I know it must have been incredibly hard. I know that maybe even in that last moment you tried to convince her to stay. Yeah, I can imagine your face as you're reading this. I may not know your name but I know you. It's ok, you're emotional and pragmatic, you knew I was lost but it didn't have to mean she should be lost too. No, Amy didn't tell me any of this and maybe I'm woefully off base. If I am, I'm sorry. But if I'm not, just know that I understand. The point is, you did let her go. You could have grabbed her and forced her bodily back into the TARDIS but you didn't. You let her come back to me. You gave her up and believe me, I know that giving Amy up is just about the hardest thing anyone could do. So thank you. Thank you so very much. I wouldn't trade these last few years with her for anything.

Well...I guess that's all. There's so much to say but I'm writing this while Amy finishes up her article and I don't want her to catch me with red teary eyes. I think my real, true goodbye to you would be as long as War and Peace so best to cut it off here, don't you think. I think this speaks for itself. I think our lives speak for themselves. Who knows maybe everything will be fine and when I'm an old man of 80 and I've forgotten I even wrote this to you I'll pen another long, goodbye letter. Fingers crossed, eh?

Maybe you'll hear from me again. I think you will. I hope you will. But in case you don't, know that you were unreservedly loved and I have absolutely no regrets.

Take care of my wife.
Take care of my daughter.
Take care of yourself.
All three of you are the people most dear to me in the world.

Just in case...this is me, saying goodbye.

Always,
Your Beaky
Your Roman
Your Rory