"You've got mail," Rory says, dropping a bundle on the kitchen table in front of Amy.
"Who's it from?" Amy asks.
"It doesn't say," Rory says, scouring the package for an address.
"Open it for me," Amy says, "I have to feed Brian."
Rory rips the package open, spilling the contents onto the table. "Amy!" he calls, surprised.
"I'm kind of busy right now!" Amy calls from the next room.
"You'll want to come see this," Rory says.
Amy emerges a few seconds later, crosses her arms, and throws Rory a look. "And what is so important that Brian has to wait?"
"Here," Rory says, handing the contents of the package to Amy, "Look."
Amy scours it and says, "Oh my God."
She reads the note on top aloud, "Hello, Mum, Dad. Hello Brian."
Amy pauses, looks to Rory and says, "How can she know?"
She continues the letter, "I have enclosed in this package the next Melody Malone. The Angel's Kiss. Love you always. Melody."
"How did she get this to us?" Amy says, casting the letter aside.
"It's got no return address," Rory says, "But that stamp there is from California."
"She must've sent it from there," Amy says.
"Why didn't she call?" Rory says, "We would have gone there to see her."
"Dunno," Amy says, opening the manuscript, "But that's River."
Amy picks up a picture stuck inside one of the first few pages. "Rory, look!" she exclaims.
She lifts up a picture of the three of them, Rory, River, and Amy, at their old home in Leadworth. Amy longed to have a photograph of them. Though her drawings were reasonably accurate, it wasn't the same. "Look how young we were," Rory says.
"Speak for yourself," Amy says.
Rory laughs and says, "You know what I mean."
"I suppose now I'll have to get this one published," Amy says, flipping the pages of the manuscript.
"Will you write another afterword..." Rory trails off, "For him?"
"Dunno," Amy says, shrugging, "Maybe."
"I don't know what to say anymore," Amy adds with a sigh, "Why hasn't the Doctor written us?"
"Do you think he's forgotten us already?" she adds.
"Oh Amy, he could never forget you," Rory says, "I think it's hard for him, though. Harder than it is for us. We have each other, but all he really has is himself."
"Sooner or later all of his friends leave him," he adds, "It was bound to happen anyway."
"I know," Amy sighs, "But if I could see him, even hear from him, one last time, I could get some closure, you know? I just want to know that he's alright. Maybe he should write an afterword to me this time."
She sighs once more and says, "Nevermind that. I'll publish the story. Give it here."
She takes the manuscript from Rory and exists the room. She plops it atop her desk, messy with papers all over, pieces of Summer Falls. She longed for time to work on her book. But since it's the summer of 1944 and Brian's nearly a year old, she has found her free time slipping away from her. She leans into her desk and whispers, "It's a pipe dream," she pauses, "That's all this ever was."
She puts on her best smile and proceeds to Brian's nursery. The nursery was one of her favorite places to be, not just because of Brian, but because it made her feel at home, like she still had her old life. Upon finding out that she was pregnant, Rory went down to the store and bought paint of all different colors, which they used to paint blazing stars upon the ceiling, with swirling galaxies and little planets all over. They made a point to keep their travels in their mind when designing his room. Of course, TARDIS blue streamed all of the room, their favorite color.
Brian always smiled as Amy brought out the dolls she had made. One of the dolls shares her likeness while the others share that of Rory, River, and even the Doctor. He reaches out to them, giggling and Amy beams. "Doc-tor," Brian squeaks out, uttering his first words.
"RORY!" Amy bellows.
Rory bursts through the door moments later, wild-eyed, wielding a candle-stick as a make-shift weapon. "What's wrong?" he asks.
"Nothing!" she says, "Brian's just said his first word."
"I missed it?" he says, half sad, dropping the candlestick to the ground, "What did he say."
"Dada?" he asks, hopefully.
"Doctor," Amy says, "He said Doctor."
Rory rolls his eyes and says, "Of course, right? Dada never comes first over the Doctor," he ruffles the thin coating of red hair on Brian's head, "You take after your Mommy."
"Oh, Rory," Amy says, "It's only because I've been playing with him lately, telling him all of our old stories. Every travel we shared."
"He likes the one about the Pandorica," she says, "But he can hardly say 'centurion' at this age."
Amy puts Brian back into his crib and turns to Rory, "He loves to hear about his father, the brave centurion."
"Does he now?" Rory asks, cracking a half smile as Amy sidles over to him.
"Of course," Amy says, "His dad always saves the day in the end. Always sweeps me off my feet. I love that bit as well."
Rory smiles as Amy plants a kiss on his lips. "It's a pit you don't have that kissogram outfit anymore," Rory says.
"Oh I have one," Amy says, as Rory looks at her quizzically, enticed, pushing her up against the wall, "Wanna bet on it?" she flirts, pulling him out of the room.
But that was Amy...always full of surprises.