Amy had expected it to be alone harder to find her way around on her own, but it turned out that the Doctor had taken care of her, as he always did. His goodbye present had been (however he had managed it) to create a bank account with enough money to settle her and Rory into their new life. She had found this out when she had gone in to exchange her British money for American dollars. A well-stocked account under Mr. and Mrs. Rory Williams.
She could not explain the rush she felt when she heard that, but she thought that just maybe, he was telling her that everything was going to be fine.
After the bank, Amy decided she might as well rent an apartment until she found Rory and they could decide what to do next together. The rooms felt so empty, though. She had become so used to being with Rory that she couldn't see this place as a home without him.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, one of the few pieces of furniture included with the three rooms, she thought back to their earlier life. They had been so young and reckless...but those days were over for good now. They would never see the Doctor again. Oh, how she would miss him.
But she would have Rory, and that was all she needed, which reminded her that there was still work to be done to let him know she was here. What were the local newspapers in this place? She guessed she would just have to go out and find them.
The sun was rising when Amy finally made it back to her new residence, so tired she thought she could have fallen asleep on the sidewalk if it had been the only place available. She closed and locked the door behind her and barely made it to the bed before falling across it still fully clothed. She would find Rory soon. He had to see the paper eventually, and when he did, he would come for her. He would always come for her, he had promised.
Before she let sleep take over, Amy brought Rory's face to mind, "I will find you. I will always find you."
Rory sat on the couch of his hotel room, face in his palms. What was he to do now? He had promised Amy he would always be there for her and now what? Who knew where he was, but he sure as anything was not with her...he might never see her again.
They had stopped the weeping angels: together, created a paradox by falling of a building: together...and now, thanks to a single angel, they were going to die far away from each other. It broke Rory's heart to see it that way, but he was at the end of his rope. Two months he had searched the city, asked anyone he met, anything to put away the inevitable. Of course she could not have followed him, it would have been too uncertain. Or maybe she had tried to follow and been sent somewhere and sometime far away.
He could not bring himself to get anything more permanent than a hotel room. He had gotten a job at a local hospital to support himself, but other than that, he had spent every waking moment looking and asking around about Amy with no luck.
He had no intention of ever giving up, but the chances were slim of his ever seeing her again, he supposed.
"No, I will always find her," some part of his mind said.
His head shot up and he stood with renewed determination. She had to be here somewhere. Surely she had at least tried to follow him, and, if she had, the Doctor would never have allowed it unless there was a fairly good chance of them ending up together. If Rory could trust anyone else to look after his wife in his absence, it was the Doctor.
The night was nearly gone, so he decided to get some rest before heading back out. One way or another, he would see Amy again.