The blue box disappeared in front of her. She tried to breathe as she watched it leave, tears running down her face. Her arms wrapped around her tightly, trying, although it seemed impossible, to keep herself from falling apart.

She had been here before, years ago. She hadn't been in a garden though, she had been on a beach. She wanted him to come back, come back and stay with them forever. She knew he wouldn't, he had moved on even if she hadn't.

It was completely gone now. There was a spot where all of the grass was pressed down from the police box. That was the only evidence that he had even been there, the only evidence that he was still real.

She took another forced breath as she felt his arms around her. He didn't say anything. He didn't try to stop her.

He stood behind her as she wept, just holding her. He knew there was a chance they would never see the Doctor again. It was a good chance and she knew that too, it was why she was crying.

She let go of herself knowing that he was holding her now. She took her trembling hands and started to wipe the tears away. She turned around wrapping her arms around his back pressing her ear to his chest, listening to his single heart, the heart that would never cause her heartbreak.

"Rose, it's raining," he whispered to her as they both started to get wet. She looked up at him and then around them. How long had it been raining? Why hadn't she noticed?

She only pressed her head against his chest harder, trying to hide from her pain.

He looked up to where Martha and Mickey were looking out the kitchen window, concerned that the couple was still outside in the down pour. He mouthed the words "umbrella" and Martha nodded disappearing into the house. She reappeared seconds later walking outside putting the umbrella up and gently handing it to John.

He held the umbrella above them with one hand the other still tightly holding onto her. She was broken, she had lost so much but she was still moving forward. That's what made her so strong.

For someone who barley cried, she had done her fair share of it lately. He knew that she needed time, time to accept what had just happened. After this she would pretend that she was fine, even though it would still be eating her up inside.

"So, now where? An unknown planet? Abandoned spaceship? Alien infested asteroid?" Amy said after they had dropped River back off at the jail. It was just the three of them now, back like it had been before they had been stuck in the 1940's. She was walking up to the console and flipping switches right behind him, just like she had done hundreds of times before.

"Um, no," he said his voice quiet and emotionless. He looked up at her, his eyes always told her how he really felt. They were pools of sorrow. She knew it was eating him up that he had leave Rose again, that he had to leave her to live her life.

He looked down at the console again, fixing the levers that Amy had touched. He felt like his hearts had fallen down into the pit of his stomach. He knew that Rose wouldn't live the life she had to if he was always there.

He had been with her through three of his lives. She only had one and the odds that it would be her turn to lose a life were just too high, it was a risk he couldn't take.

He glanced back up at the blond and red head in front of him. They had been through their own fair share of battles. Rory had died so much, he didn't know if he could come back from the next one.

Amy had devoted too much of her life too him. She had believed in him when she shouldn't have.

They were precious cargo that he wasn't sure that he could live through losing again. "What do you mean by no?" Amy said laughing slightly trying to believe what he had just said was a joke.

"No, Amelia, no unknown planet, no abandoned spaceship, no alien infested asteroid." Her smile was almost gone now as she looked doubtfully at him.

"No? Are we going back in time then? We could visit Einstein or oh we could go visit the renaissance, see some art!" She tried to force a smile onto her face.

"Amy, I can't. I…" he shook his head looking hard at the console, not sure that he could look at her. He flipped the final lever and walked slowly to the door. He pushed it open slowly to reveal what was outside.

"This, this a joke right? You're joking." He sighed shaking his head staring down at the floor.

"Amy, your families think you're dead. You have to tell them, you have to live your lives with the people who love you and who you love."
She glanced out the door again, looking at the home she thought she wouldn't ever see again. "But we love you, can't we live our lives with you?"