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Rory and Amy didn't run back home to the rain. They called themselves a taxi and settled in comfortably into the back seat.
"Where to, miss?" the driver asked Amy, who had straightened herself up, as if to draw attention.
She gave the address, and handed the driver some crumpled dollar bills she found in her pocket. The driver, unfazed by the heavy-breathing, soaking wet state of the passengers, drove on quickly, without asking questions.
Amy looked at her husband, wondering what was going on in that funny little brain of his. Was he excited? Nervous? Scared? He didn't say anything to her, which was unusual, but, as it was, the day was a very unusual.
The Doctor. Just thinking that name left a shiver down her spine. The Doctor. What was he up to? Who was he traveling with? Most importantly, why had he decided to come back and pop for a visit?
I don't like endings. He had told her on the last day they had spent together. And she knew he was never going to let the idea of Amy Pond and the Doctor die. He was going to keep himself from coming back, he was going to keep himself from reading the last chapter and closing the book. It was so unlike him to call her for a final goodbye.
Amy had tried so hard to leave behind her life with the Doctor. She had found a great new life with Rory in Manhattan, and was even planning to, someday, have kids. She had thought that she had left London and, more importantly, she thought she had left the madman with a box behind, but it seemed, as she had rushed to Rory with news of the Doctor without a care, that she really didn't want to forget him.
As Amy continued to stare worriedly out the window, Rory suddenly grabbed Amy's hand. This simple gesture made Amy red with affection, as she turned to face Rory. He was looking at her with the utmost blissfulness, and gave a small smile, as he turned back towards the window.
Rory. Rory oh Rory. Amy's husband who wasn't anything different from human in the least. Amy's husband, who definitely wasn't a Time Lord that befriends aliens and has a magic blue box that can take him through all of time and space. Amy's husband, who was a man that devoted all of his love for her, and would rip time apart to save her. Amy's husband, who stood by guarding a box for two thousand years so she could be safe.
Even if meeting the Doctor went wrong, which was bound to turn out, Amy could still count on Rory being by her side.
The taxi arrived at the Pond's front door, and they bounded out of it, and pushed themselves inside the (still unlocked) door.
Caroline was nowhere to be seen- and Amelia was grateful. She had probably figured out that Amy needed some time alone with her husband after receiving the letter. Amy owed her an explanation for later.
Rory and Amy plopped themselves on their sofa. Amy pulled out the envelope from inside her jacket and examined it once more.
Her fingers traced the golden letters reading "The Pond Residence". She touched all the creases of the entire envelope, before cracking it open with her index finger.
As she was about to pull the letter out, Rory grabbed her wrist. She looked at him, utterly surprised, before he said, "What if it's not the Doctor. What if it's someone else pretending to be the Doctor, or one of his enemies out to get us? We can't take any chances!"
Amy froze in the action of trying to pull the letter out of the envelope, surprised and angry at herself at the fact she didn't think about if Rory was right? What if whoever sent that letter wasn't the Doctor?
But what would that mean? Would it mean that the Doctor really forgot the pair of them after all. "I don't like endings," he had said, the last time they met. Amy undestood that he probably wouldn't say goodbye for a very long time. But this was too long. It had been years since she last saw the Doctor- years! She understood that it might have been less time for him, wibbly wobbly timey wimey, but the Doctor hadn't bothered to once show up to say goodbye? Not even once?
Somedays, it was true. She did feel a little resentment towards the Doctor for never bothering to ever visit. Amy knew that he couldn't stay for long- wherever he went, aliens followed, and if Rory and Amy died, there would be a massive paradox that would blow up New York, but just a visit would be nice. No matter how long she tried, however, she couldn't hate the Doctor for long- her rushing to Rory at the sound of his name was enough to prove that she still desperately missed him.
It was for this reason that Amy responded back with, "I trust the Doctor." She yanked out the letter from the envelope.
Rory tried to ignore Amy when she read the letter, but when he saw her expression morph into one of confusion, he couldn't resist and snatched the letter.
It read:
To the members of the Pond Residence,
A Weeping Angel was recorded to be used twice on April 24th, 2012 at 11:0 A.M.
Condolence letters and messages to be delivered concerning the Doctor and River Song (Melody Pond II) to Amelia Pond and Rory Williams via electronic display.
To view these messages, please place a letter with the exact date, time, and coordinates of your preferred meeting place in the bin marked "future deliveries" at 5th Avenue General Post Office. A proctor will display these messages to you at the time, date, and location you specified.
Your proctor who will display these messages to you is:
Clara Oswin, Weeping Angel Agency Proctor Specialist #23.
We hope this has provided you with assistance.
Regards,
The Weeping Angel Agency
Asteroid Omega, +400
Hi guys! So I finally updated, yay! Only I wrote most of it on my phone, I'll have to edit the mistakes I made later. :(
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Hopefully you weren't too confused with this chapter! I'll clarify everything next update, probably after Christmas break, so Merry Christmas and Happy New Year in advance!
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