Amy lay awake in their room hugging Rory's pillow to her chest. She never showed him the love he deserved, she thought as silent tears dripped down her face. She just wanted to have his arms around her again as they slept, to have that secure feeling of him keeping her safe.

She buried her face into his pillow inhaling his scent, her heart aching for him to whisper he loves her like he always did before bed. But he's not here anymore, he's gone, kidnapped, possibly being tortured while she lays there helpless.

She needs Rory more than ever.

Rory's screams weren't heard over the manic laughter as he was hit over and over. He could hardly get a breath before another hard blow hit him. He stopped struggling after they had taken out a whip laced with tiny rows of knives.

Finally, after hand out of relentless beating, it stopped.

"How," he gasped trying to regain his composure, "is this testing?

"We're testing how long it takes for your friends to come to your rescue, human. Unless you die here first."

"Why does it matter if they come and get me?"

"You ask so many questions. It's very unbecoming." It said with disgust as it sighed from somewhere near Rory's right ear.

Rory swung his head to the side to see it's face; but it was just air upon air. "Why can't I see you?

"Because you don't want to see us, so you don't. You're still a scared little boy, Rory."

The Doctor stared at TARDIS' screen, his brows scrunching together in frustration. "Amy! Can you remember anything from Rory's kidnappers?"

"N-No," she whispered covering her face with her hands. "I don't remember anything.""You wouldn't, shouldn't, remember anything Amy."

"Why not? I hate feeling like this. Feeling so helpless."

"Because when I came out of the store, you were unconscious. They didn't want you finding out what they were because if you did, they knew I'd come." The Doctor answered running his hands through his hair.

"I don't remember being hit." She answered looking slightly confused.

"They didn't hit you physically. Mentally. They hit you with their minds. Their telepathic!" He ran around the console, hope bursting in his eyes. "We have somewhat of a lead, Pond!"

"Let's hope it gets us somewhere."

"Let's never stop hoping. Hope is needed for human life."

"Yada, yada, yada." The red head rolled her eyes. "You'll say some more wisdom crap that doesn't help us get any closer to finding Rory."

"Don't act like I'm not worried, Amy."

"Then show that you're worried for once. Just once I'd like to see you go crazy with feelings." She said as she stormed away leaving the Doctor hurt.

"I can't show my feelings, if I do, I'll lose my control." He whispered wiping a tear from his right cheek.