Amy stood in the graveyard as the sun was setting, Rory beside her. She heard an indiscernible voice."What?" Amy asked, quickly turning around. She had been slipping in and out of lucidity for a few days. She was on the proper medication now and Dr. Smith was under investigation after River's accusations seemed to be grounded in fact. "Doctor!" Amy screamed. "Where's Rory?" She looked down at the gravestone in front of her. "The gravestone, there's room for one more name, isn't there?" Amy felt her skin crawling. She was beginning to remember. Rory stood next to her on the ledge and when she went to jump he pushed her back to safety on the roof. Police came and took her and The Doctor away. They said The Doctor was the one to blame but Amy believed it was her, she was the one to blame. "The angel, would it send me back to him?" Amy asked, looking at the stone angel pointing at her in the graveyard. "I'll be with him, like I should be. Me and Rory together." Amy knew the angel was calling her. After running from them for all these years, the angels were back to take her life.
Melody was 13 years old when her mother died, her father had died one year previously after a terrible accident. She was sent to a school for girls where she could be looked after but she hated it there. The director was a sour woman with an eye patch and Melody felt the woman staring into her with her one good eye as she slept. There was a little opening at her bedroom door where the woman would peek through and check on her. There was one person at the school she liked, her doctor. He was tall and lean with piecing blue eyes. His looks reminded Melody of an older version of her father, and the doctor's Scottish accent reminded her of her mother. He didn't smile much but she knew he cared.
"I don't feel sick so why did they send a doctor?" Melody asked.
"You've been crying at night, haven't you?" Dr. Capaldi replied. "Having nightmares?"
"I just miss mom and dad." Melody whispered. "That's normal, isn't it? I don't need a doctor for that."
"We're only monitoring you because... you have a history on account of your mother. Sometimes things are hereditary, sometimes they're not." The Doctor explained. "We want to keep you healthy and safe is all."
"I never saw it." Melody said. "I never saw dad die and I never saw mom die. All the news outlets wanted to know if I'd seen it. I never witnessed either of their deaths."
"Yes, you never witnessed the deaths but they impacted you nonetheless." Dr. Capaldi's usually clinical tone softened a bit. "That'll make anyone fragile."
"I'm fine!" Melody stood up from her chair and looked at the door. The nasty old matron with the eye patch opened the little window in the door and glared at her before slamming the door shut behind her. "And tell her I don't need her peeking in every five minutes to check on me."
"Who?" The Doctor asked.
"You know very well who." Melody scoffed and fell onto her bed. "Can you please leave now? I like you, I really do. But all this talking is draining, you know?"
"Sure, Melody." Dr. Capaldi slowly walked out of Melody's room.
Melody had trouble sleeping that night. The eye patch woman had found a way to open a peephole through the roof of her bedroom, as if the one in the door wasn't enough. As she finally began to drift away, she heard a voice call her name. "Mels?" The voice made her sit up in bed. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" Her father sat down on the edge of her bed. "You were talking in your sleep. Nightmares again?" It was dark but Melody could make out her father's familiar profile in the moonlight.
"There's a woman with an eye patch who keeps looking at me." Melody explained.
"No one eyed woman here, Mels." Rory chuckled.
"Dad, do you think I'm seeing things like mom?" She asked her father.
"I'm sure it was just a really bad dream." Rory stood up and walked up to the bedroom window. "Strange that woman you saw had an eye patch. Only one eye, like your mom. When she killed herself, it went straight through the eye." Rory turned back around to face his daughter. "You don't even want to know what I looked like." He chuckled again. "I'm sorry about your nightmares. Try and get some rest, ok sweetie?"
"Thanks, dad." Melody closed her eyes and woke up to the sunlight streaming in from the open window, the one her father had stood next to the night before. "Dad?" she called out. Dr. Capaldi came in instead. "Good afternoon, Melody." He attempted a half smile. "Looks like you slept the morning away."
"Dad was here, he was just here." Melody slowly stood up from her bed. "He said the eye patch lady was just a dream."
"Did he say anything else?" The Doctor sat down at an armchair in Melody's room.
"You know, I'm having a difficult time remembering." Melody chuckled. "I was half asleep when he came in so... something about eyes." She shrugged.
"Yes, well you woke up late so you missed breakfast. I'm sure you're hungry." The Doctor stood from the armchair and walked towards the door. "You get dressed and I'll see you downstairs." He nodded and walked out.
Melody sighed. "Mom you too, I'm changing!" She waited for Amy to walk out of the room before she got into her clothes. She ran downstairs to find no one but The Doctor waiting for her.
"The other girls are all outside for PE. You can join them when you've eaten, unless you'd like to stay in and talk." The Doctor said.
"Did mom leave already?" Melody asked as she picked up her fork. "Could you pass the salt?"
The Doctor handed her the salt shaker and replied. "Yes, she left already."