Rory stands and embraces his wife. "I thought I'd lost you," Amy chokes out through tears, "But never again."
"You came back for me," Rory says.
"I always do," Amy says, "Every single time. Even when you die."
Rory laughs and asks, "Where's the Doctor?"
Amy sits down on the ground and sighs. Rory joins her. "The Doctor isn't here," she says solemnly.
"Oh, Amy," Rory starts, "You didn't..."
"I let the angel take me," Amy says.
"Why?" Rory says, "You came back for me?"
"I lost you too many times, Rory," Amy says, "Not again. Not this time."
"I'd miss your stupid face," she adds, putting her head on his shoulder.
"But the Doctor's coming for us, isn't he?" Rory asks.
"When I let the angel take me I created a fixed point in time," Amy says, "If the Doctor came here he said it would rip New York apart."
"So that's it then," Rory says, "No more traveling, no more Doctor."
"Blimey," he adds, "We're going to have to start a proper life."
"We'll get through it," Amy says, "It might be less glamourous than traveling in the TARDIS, but we should've done it ages ago."
"We can't go back now," Amy adds.
"Would you go back?" Rory asks, "Travel with the Doctor, I mean?"
"No," Amy says, "I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of making you wait."
"Good," Rory says, smiling to himself, "I'm so glad you're here."
"Me too," Amy says.
Amy and Rory sit for a moment, soaking in each other, mentally preparing themselves for the struggles that will undoubtedly lay ahead of them.
"I don't even know what year it is," Amy says.
"1938," Rory says, "It's April 20th, 1938."
"I saw it on the headline of the newspaper, on stand across the way," he adds.
"Things are going to change," Amy says, "Our life as we know it is over."
"What do we do now?" Rory asks, "We can't go home to Leadworth."
"Why not?" Amy asks.
"Amy, World War II is on our doorstep back home," Rory says, "Do we really want to be in the middle of the blitz?"
"Been there, done that," Amy says.
"What?" Rory asks.
"You were dead!" Amy exclaims.
"Glad to see you were safe when I was gone," Rory says, rolling his eyes, "The blitz? Really?"
"Yeah," Amy says, "Feels like ages ago."
"So New York is where we'll spend the rest of our days together," Rory says, "Its a hell of a lot better then Leadworth."
Amy laughs and says, "But you love Leadworth!"
"I know," Rory says, "But I'm trying to be brave for you."
"Oh," Amy says, "My brave Centurion."
Rory kisses her on the forehead. "We haven't got any money," he says, "No home."
"I've got a few ideas," Amy says.
"You could finally be that doctor that you've wanted to be for starters," Amy starts, "And I could write."
"Be a real doctor," Rory says, "I think I could do that."
"Doctor Williams," Amy says, laughing, "You could always just stay a nurse too."
"I'm done being a nurse I think," Rory says, "I'll finally be able to afford schooling."
"With what money?" Amy asks.
"You can support me," Rory says, laughing, "With your writing."
They laugh and Amy says, "See? It won't be so bad."
"We'll take it one day at a time," Rory adds.
"The slow path," Amy says, agreeing.
"We're not even citizens," Rory says, "What do we even do?"
"Dunno," Amy says, "I don't even know where we are really."
"But I'm hungry," she adds, "Have you got any money?"
"Even if I did it wouldn't be good here," Rory says.
"Don't worry, Dad," a familiar voice from behind them says.
Rory and Amy turn to face their daughter, River Song. "River?" Amy asks, finally addressing her by the name she prefers.
"Hello, Mum!" River says, hugging her.
"How long has it been?" River asks.
"An hour at most," Rory says, "How did you get here?"
"Oh I am good," River says, waving her vortex manipulator at them.
"Can you take us home?" Rory asks.
"Sorry, love," River says, "It only works for me."
"And the Doctor made me promise that it would be only this one trip," she says.
"So we're really going to be stuck here?" Rory asks, what little hope he had of going home fading.
"I'm so sorry," River says, "It has to be this way. It's a fixed point. It can't be undone."
"Can't the Doctor come visit then?" Amy asks.
"We're out of luck," River says, "This is the last time I'll be able to even come here. I only was able to come because the vortex manipulator isn't as strong as the TARDIS."
"New York will get blown apart if either of us return."
"I'll never see you again," Amy steps forward to her, "No!"
"I'm so, so sorry," River breathes, hugging her, "But I've come to bring you something important."
She takes a manuscript of a book out of her bag and hands it to Amy. "But this is the story. Melody Malone," Amy says.
"Publish it," River says, "Whatever you have to do, just make sure this book gets published."
"I will," Amy says, taking the manuscript.
"And do me a favor," River says, "I promised the Doctor you'd write an afterword for him."
"How is he?" Rory asks.
"Pretty broken up," River says.
"Will you travel with him?" Amy asks, "He shouldn't be alone."
"No," River says, "Someone will come along. He doesn't need his wife hanging on him all day."
"He's got his TARDIS," she adds, "And we all know how he loves her more than me."
"Just make sure he's alright for me," Amy says, "Keep him out of trouble."
"I'll do my best," River says.
"I'd best get going," River says, "I don't want to do any more damage to New York than we've already done."
"Don't go," Amy says, "Please."
"I love you," River says, "I really do."
"I would do it different if I had the chance," Amy says, "Raise you properly."
"You've affected me more than you've ever known," River says.
"It doesn't matter that you weren't there," she adds, "You would've been if you could have."
"Please," Amy says, "Just stay here with us."
"You know I can't," River says.
"Take care of yourself," Rory says, knowing full well that River can't stay.
"Rory, tell her," Amy says, "Tell her not to go."
"Don't go," Rory says, flatly, just trying to please his wife.
"Don't cry. Smile, Mum," River says, "Think of all the good times we've had."
Amy nods and hangs her head. Rory pats her on the back and rubs her shoulder, upset himself. "Just do good, alright?" Amy chokes out, "Do it for me."
"I will," River says, hugging each of them respectively.
"Goodbye, Mum, Dad," River says, "I love you more than anything."
River fades away, transported back through time and space. Amy buries her face in Rory's chest, weeping uncontrollably. The manuscript slides through her fingers and onto the ground.
"Amy, what's that?" Rory says, bending down picking up an envelope.
He rips it open to reveal the contents. "Birth certificates," Rory says, "Bloody hell look at the money."
"That'll set us up for months!" Amy exclaims.
"And what's this?" Rory asks pulling out a black small leather pouch.
He hands it to Amy, who opens it. "Psychic papers," she says, excitedly.
Just something to start you off. It was the Doctor's idea. I love you. Live safe and well. -Melody
"Thank you," Amy breathes to the air where River had been standing.
She looks up to the stars and says, "Thank you, Doctor. I know you can hear me."
Rory throws his arm around Amy and they set off through the city streets with a new lease on life. They'd need a home, for starters, but the day had been far too emotional for the both of them. They settled into a small hotel for the night and vowed to search for jobs in the morning. As Amy and Rory laid in bed that night Amy couldn't sleep. Her heart pounded with excitement, a different kind than what she had experienced with the Doctor. "So this is adulthood," she whispers to herself as she buries her face into the pillow. It's not the end for Rory and Amy, but the beginning of something new.