The two women followed the procession to the waiting train and watched as the soldiers carrying the Doctor laid him on a sofa in Amy's office. Then the red-head stood in the doorway, her arms folded across her chest watching the unconscious Time Lord while her Granddaughter administered an adrenaline injection to bring him round.
Groggily the Doctor began to stir, blinking several times before his eyes opened properly. He stared around him as the recent events ordered themselves and became clearer. "Amy…" He murmured as his gaze fixed on the woman in the doorway.
"Those stun guns aren't fun… I'm sorry." She told him gently, not giving away much hint of emotion in her words. "I wanted to avoid a long conversation. You need to get up though; we'll be in Cairo shortly."
"Amy Pond! Amelia Pond from Leadworth! Please, listen to me." He begged, sitting up on the sofa and staring at her imploringly. "I know it seems impossible, but you know me. In another version of reality you and I were best friends. We, we travelled together, we had adventures..." Using first the sofa and then the wall for support, the Doctor stood, turning to look at her forcefully. He hadn't yet noticed the brunette perching on the corner of her grandmother's desk. "Amelia Pond! You grew up with a time rift in the wall of your bedroom. You can see what others can't; you can remember things that never happened."
"Cairo in twenty." Evie said, making the Doctor jump and whirl around to face her. Keeping her face impassive, the young woman returned Amy's decisive nod and pushed herself up off the desk. Stalking past the Doctor, she barely looked at him as she moved to stand beside her grandmother.
The Doctor blinked, before reaching out to his daughter. His other hand grasped a small blue object on the desk and he squeezed it tightly, brandishing it at them. "Evie! You have to remember me… surely? Both of you. If you try, if you really, really try, you'll be able to..." He trailed off, glancing down at the model TARDIS in his hand. Then he looked around him properly, taking in the many, many sketches that covered the office. "Oh. Oh! Oh..."
"Idiot." His daughter muttered fondly, shaking her head and smirking at him. The Doctor grinned back.
Amy smirked as well. "You look rubbish."
"You look wonderful!" The Doctor told them, throwing the TARDIS model in his hands at the red-head.
"So do you. But don't worry…" Amy agreed, glancing at Evie who bent down and began rummaging in the chest of drawers to their left. She pulled out a coat hanger which she handed to her grandmother quickly. "We'll soon fix that!"
"Oh!" The Doctor exclaimed for the fourth time, happily taking his clothes from his friend and examining them closely. Both women laughed at his reaction. "Geronimo!"
As he began to change, Amy cleared her throat quickly and turned away. Evie rolled her eyes. "Dad! Along the corridor, second door on the right. Change, wash and shave. Then come back here and we'll get down to business. Alright?"
"Direct and business-like…" The Doctor said after staring at her for a couple of seconds. "I like it!"
He bounded off to make himself presentable, leaving the two women alone in Amy's office. The red-head sighed and moved behind her desk, sitting heavily in the chair and resting her elbows on the arms. She brought her finger-tips together lightly, pursing her lips and obviously deep in thought.
Evie picked up the model TARDIS from where it had been discarded on top of the chest of drawers and looked at it thoughtfully. Perching on the corner of Amy's desk once more, she turned it over in her hands, tracing the ridges of the doors with a finger.
"Do you really think this is going to work?" She asked quietly, glancing towards her grandmother.
"Of course!" Amy replied without hesitation. She furrowed her brow slightly, wondering what Evie was getting at. "The Doctor always knows what he's doing, even if it doesn't seem like he does. Well… mostly."
"Yes, but… we don't know what's happening, do we? How will the Doctor?"
"He will." Her grandmother persisted.
"But… we remember two version of what happened at Lake Silencio, right? In one version he lived, in the other version he died. He's alive now and everything's wrong… what if he's the problem?"
Amy held up a hand, shaking her head. "Don't, Evie, just don't."
Before the young woman could argue, there was a knock at the sliding door.
"Close your eyes!" The Doctor demanded from the other side. Despite their concerns, both women smiled and did as he asked. They heard the door open and footsteps towards them. "OK, you can turn round now. How do I look?"
"Cool." Amy told him, grinning.
The Doctor looked thrilled. "Really?"
"NO!" Both women replied together, exchanging a glance and bursting into giggles. He hardly seemed to notice, too interested in everything around him.
"Cool office, though." He told Amy, standing in front of her desk and glancing between her and Evie. "Why do you have an office? Are you a special agent boss lady or something? Not sure about the eye patch, though."
"It's not an eye patch. Time's gone wrong. Some of us noticed. There's a whole team of us working on it... You'll see." Amy told him, leaning forwards as the Doctor turned and started wandering around the carriage. She glanced at Evie, who arched an eyebrow and moved her shoulders upwards in the tiniest of shrugs.
"And you've got an office on a train! That is so cool. Can I have an office? Never had an office before! Or a train. Or a train slash office." He gushed.
Amy smiled broadly, before getting up and throwing herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. "God, I've missed you!"
Not willing to be left out, Evie slid off the desk and joined them, Amy and the Doctor moving to let her into the hug as well. For a moment they stood, holding each other tightly and feeling as though everything was back to normal; the way it should be.
"OK! Hugging and missing now." The Doctor pulled out of the women's embraces and looked around. "Where's the Roman?"
"You mean Rory! My husband Rory, yeah?" Amy asked, moving excitedly to the desk. She scrabbled around in her papers and held one up. "That's him, isn't it? I've no idea, I can't find him. I love him very much, don't I?"
The Doctor folded his arms and pulled a face. "Apparently."
Evie glanced at him, smirking slightly and shook her head. He grinned back at her, trying not to laugh.
"I have to keep doing this. I have to keep writing and drawing things. It's just so hard to keep remembering..."
"I have this…" Evie told him, reaching for a bag on the sofa and pulling out a blue diary. "I have to read it so I don't forget."
"It's not your fault." The Doctor assured them firmly. "Either of you. You wouldn't be able to keep things in your heads properly. Time's gone wrong. Do you remember why?"
"The lakeside."
"And the Astronaut." Evie added.
"Lake Silencio, Utah." The Doctor said simply. "I died."
"But then you didn't die." Amy argued quickly, glancing at Evie for support. The brunette nodded. "See, I remember it twice; different ways."
"Two different versions of the same event, both happening in the same moment. Time split wide open. Now look at it." He ordered, pointing out of the window. "All of history happening at once."
"Does it matter? I mean can't we just stay like this?" Amy asked.
Evie nodded. "You're alive… everything's alright. Does it have to change?"
"Time isn't just frozen. It's disintegrating. It will spread and spread and all of reality will simply fall apart."