"Rory!" Amy cried out. The man whirled around and his face lit up with a million emotions as he ran towards her. The two embraced for a long time, Amy sniffling into his shoulder as Rory stroked her hair gently. Eventually they pulled away and looked at each other. "How did we get here?" Amy whispered. He shook his head. He was just as clueless as she was. Within a few minutes, she had learned what had happened to him while they were apart.
Basically, he had felt the same sensation as he had – the falling, finally waking up by the tree, and walking along the road to this park, where she had found him. She told him what had happened, leaving out the part about the apple and how it had reminded her of the Doctor.
"I don't get it, though," Rory said, a confused look spreading across his face. "If the Weeping Angel got both of us, how are we still alive? And on Earth, back in our own time?"
Amy frowned. "How do you know it's our own time?"
"I saw a TV and computer in one of the houses I passed."
"Well… the Doctor did say the Angel was a weak survivor," she replied, emphasizing the last two words. "Maybe it was so weak that it couldn't kill us…I have no idea, Rory. I don't even know if we're on our own planet," she added, exasperated. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Maybe…maybe we should just walk around and see what's going on here before we jump to any conclusions," he said. Amy nodded, took his hand, and they began walking. The town seemed just as they had left it, the houses and people the same, everything. The only strange thing was that nobody greeted them as usual, instead just nodding curtly to them as if they were strangers. They even passed Brian Williams, Rory's dad. He looked at the nervous couple and looked away without a second thought, not even a hint of recognition in his eyes. Amy squeezed Rory's hand. When they got to what used to be their house, they were horrified. Instead of their lovely little cottage, there was a charred framework settled in a pile of ash. Amy cried out and rushed to the house, kneeling down in the ashes. She turned to Rory, whose eyes were shocked yet grim.
"What's happened to our house?" she wailed softly. "We must be in a parallel universe. Our house is gone, nobody recognizes us, not even your dad. There's no explanation except a parallel world or s-something." Rory shook his head in disbelief, but agreed with her. There was no way that his dad wouldn't greet the two, even just walking along the street. Rory's thoughts flew around in his head, trying to find sense of what had happened or a solution to this. Crouching down beside his wife, he wrapped her in his arms, trying to comfort her.
"It's going to be okay, Amy. We'll find someone or something, or the Doctor will find us," he lied. Rory didn't have as much faith in The Doctor as Amy had. He knew that they were on their own in this familiar yet unrecognizable world. What had that man said, so long ago? That he lost one of his companions in a parallel world? Rory had overheard The Doctor telling Amy one time, but he couldn't quite remember her name…Rosanna? Rosie? Something like that. Perhaps she was here. Perhaps she had advice, or could get them back to their own world, maybe even to the TARDIS. Rory turned to his wife and told her what he was thinking of. Amy slowly nodded, a new life coming back in her eyes.
"Rose, her name was. Rose Tyler," she said, frowning. "Her mum was Jackie Tyler, I think. If we really are in a parallel world, it's possible that she could be here. D'you think there are any phone books in Leadworth?"
The couple went to the town hall and asked about one. The man at the front desk gave them a bizarre look, but pulled a dusty old book off the shelf and handed it to them, offering a cup of tea. They graciously accepted, and began reading while the man made their tea. They had just found the name of Rose's mum when the man came back out with two cups of tea and some biscuits. Amy and Rory thanked the man and turned to each other to discuss exactly how they were going to get there.
"The woman lives in northern England. I don't know how we're going to get there without a ride," Rory sighed.
"I still have a bit of money and my driver's license. We could rent a car, couldn't we?" Amy replied.
"We could, but wait. We don't exist on this world."
Eventually, they settled on trying to rent a car. They could have some luck, and not have the rental person check the records enough to find that they didn't exist. And luck they had – such as this happened. They drove off in a shiny black car, heading north. It took about six hours to get to the address in the small village. They parked the car outside the Victorian-style house and Amy took a deep breath.
"Are you sure about this?" Rory asked.
"It's the only option we have, Rory," Amy replied curtly. The couple walked up to the front door and rang the bell. A child started crying and they could hear rushing footsteps. The door swung open to reveal a tall, tired-looking man with thinning ginger hair. A slightly overweight woman with blonde hair and black eyeliner stood behind him, cradling a toddler of about four or five years.
"Hello," said the man. "Can we help you?"
"Yes, um, hi. My name is Amelia Williams and this is my husband Rory," Amy began, but how did she continue? In the bluntest way possible, she supposed. "We were travelling with the Doctor," she blurted out. The man and woman in the doorway looked shocked. "We got sent here by something called Weeping Angels, and we were looking for your daughter, Rose. The Doctor spoke of both of you once."
"Bloody hell," the woman exclaimed. "Well, I'm Jackie, but you probably already know that. This is Pete, my husband. Please, come in. You look exhausted, you must have a cup of tea."
Amy and Rory accepted with many thanks, and joined the other couple in the house.
