I do have a reason for not posting in forever, and it mainly has to do with life getting in the way and the stress of graduating soon.

Oh, and Smiths Kidnapper, be at my place with the package at 8 o'clock tonight. You're welcome.

The Ponds

"...River Song?" Amy asked, looking at him

The Doctor looked blankly at her. "I've never heard of her... Is she one of your friends?" He asked.

"You don't remember... Wait..." Rory paused and tried to think. "Doctor how old are you?" He asked, hoping that they just had met a younger version of the Doctor.

"I'm a thousand and twenty three, why?" He asked, still clearly confused.

"Then why don't you remember River?" Amy asked.

"Because I don't. Who are you talking about? Was she a friend that came along?"

"No, she's our daughter!" Amy said loudly, going over to him. "How did you possibly forget her?"

"Wait, you have a daughter?" He asked. "Oh! Congratulations, you two! I always knew that there'd be little Ponds running around." The Doctor said with a broad smile. "Please tell me you left her at the babysitters and didn't bring her along..."

"She was in the dream with us." Rory said. "She must be here too..."

"Really? I don't remember anyone else in the dream besides you two and the Torchwood crew."

"She's about this tall," Amy paused, waving around her own height, "Has blonde really big hair?"

The Doctor thought for a moment. "No... Nothing. I don't think I recognize her..."

Rory sighed. "Okay, we'll figure this out later. Right now, we need to get out of here."

"Well, how are we suppose to do that, Rory? The door's locked, unless you have a sonic screwdriver hidden somewhere, we can't get out! We have to wait for whoever to come by and open the door." He snapped, one hand going up to his head.

"Are you okay?" Amy asked, going over to him.

The Doctor waved her away. "I'm fine, Pond. Just a headache."

Rory followed in his wife's footsteps and went over to the Doctor. "Are you sure? You've gone pale. Well, paler." He said, noting that his skin almost seemed to match the white tee he was wearing.

"Ponds! I. Am. Fine." He said, enunciating his words.

"At least sit down." Rory said, putting a hand on the Doctor's shoulder. The Doctor looked at him and shook his head. Both Rory and Amy gave him a familiar stern look, and he gave in, sitting on the floor, leaning on the wall.

Amy joined him, sitting on his left while Rory slid down the wall to sit on his right. "We're going to get out of her, okay?" Amy said to both her boys.

"We have to wait for whoever to come by and open the door." The Doctor repeated from earlier.

Rory sighed. "We know, you've said that already..."

The Doctor turned his neck to look at him. "Have I?"

"Yes."

"I think I would have remembered if I had said that. Time Lord, Rory." The Doctor replied, rolling his eyes.

Rory thought for a second on what to say next, but Amy beat him to it. "That's just what-"

But she stopped as the door hissed open and slid away from the blank, white wall.

Ehehehehehehehehehe

Oh, and I realized something today that made me sad... It's been a year since I've started this series, and I've written around forty five chapters or so, each chapter 500 words at best.

Then I go and look at other people's amazing works and I realize something. Terminal Decay, which I have been talking a lot about because it is sooo good, is a thousand and two chapters. The sequel is two hundred chapters.

Terminal Decay was written in two years. Five hundred chapters in a year. Around about three thousand words per chapter.

Gah... How am I suppose to write a novel when I can't even finish a fic?

(Oh, said beginning of novel, chapter one, is over on fictionpress. Same user name, kaybet, and it is called Stretch Your Wings. I'd love a review, but you don't have to, if you don't want to.)