I know! Another story from me! This is MAD! But really, inspiration is just hitting me in the face today and I have to acknowledge it or it goes away for months at a time again.No infringement intended.

The neighbors remembered when Amy Pond moved in with Sharon. She was a little thing. At first, all they saw was a sad, parentless girl sitting on the doorstep. Too sad to go inside and face that big empty house, but too unsure of her new surroundings to explore further. She stayed that way for months. School started and she never had friends over. The other children waved at her as they walked past, but she just looked at them. Eyes blank, not even showing the vaguest curiosity about her peers.

That behavior continued until March, or maybe April. All of a sudden, the neighbors could hear a sound unheard of before from the other side of the garden wall; Laughter. Amy was playing. Running about and making strange whooshing noises. She'd go to school, come home cross, and then rant at the sky for a little while about none of the kids understanding her. She would get over it eventually and go back to playing.

She brought home a friend one day. The little boy from up the street, Rory Williams. Always a daft little optimist he was. Always willing to see the best in people. That's why they say he made friends with her, because no one else saw the good in the little girl who talked about time travel like it was a real thing. All summer, the neighbors peaked over the fence to see Rory, in torn up dress clothes, ten times too big for him, brandishing a small stick and whistling, whilst Amy would shout things about the dastardly Prisoner Zero. But childhood games only lasted so long.

Amy was around 16 when all sorts of cars started pulling up at the drive at all hours of day and night. Amy had grown to be quite beautiful and young men had started to notice. It was more than once that a neighbor would peak from behind a curtain to see little, lonely Amelia all grown up and snogging a young lad. None of the neighbors were particularly surprised to see this. She was a young woman in control of her own devices. She knew what she wanted, and would get it.

Though, there was a bit of a shock when Amy was 17. The neighbors peaked around the curtains when they heard the car pull up, "Oh, never mind, false alarm. It's only the Williams' boy's car." They'd say in response to seeing the little red Mini pull up. But when they looked back, Amy had Rory pinned against the car, kissing him within an inch of his life! Well, the childhood friends had surely gotten past playing dress up, hadn't they?

However, no one was surprised when Amy and Rory got engaged. That was the fairy tale of Leadworth. The whole town came out to the wedding. When that man arrived out of nowhere in that inexplicable police box, no one ever called Amelia Pond- "Or is she taking Rory's name?" "Oh, you know she's far too headstrong to do that." Mad ever again.

The neighbors all wanted to see the newlyweds out and about, but the strange thing is, no one saw much of the two of them for a very long time.