A/N: Hello! Who's excited for the next Who episode? Anyways, sorry for the short chapter. The next one is coming soon! I promise!

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Chapter 2
Rory raised an eyebrow at his bride and nodded, "Alright then. Tell me." He let go of her quivering hands, watching her every move. He tried to see anything out of the ordinary, but he just couldn't see it!

Amy put her whole grip on the gilded door knob and twisted it slowly, making sure nothing fell out of the wardrobe. When the door opened, she moved all the boxes and shoes to reveal a small brown-orange box. She carefully took out numerous pictures of a tall, brunette, semi-muscular man with green eyes and an average height woman with sandy colored skin, radiant blue eyes, and shoulder length brunette hair picked up into a curly side ponytail. Both were very formally dressed and handed it to him.

He took the photo from her, still watching her every move to see if he could solve any bit of suspicion he had. He flipped through the photos as her eyes became red and watery.

"Friends of mine. From Inverness," She informed as she rubbed her eyes gently, sending the tears down her cheek. "Saw them a few years ago, got a call from the mother saying that he drove her too and from the Winter Formal, but they never came home. Found out he committed DWI and he drove into a pole and ended up killing them both."

Rory quickly flipped through the photos, noticing that every one of them had the two same people, rarely two adults who looked to be her parents, but never Amelia. Never his red headed beloved. "Where are you?" He questioned, placing the memoirs on the dresser. "Every picture here is of them, but never with you."

Amy had a nervous look on her face as she gazed her eyes on the pictures. What do I say? What do I say? She thought. "I was never in the photos. I wasn't very... photogentic, so to speak. I was the photogra-"

He listened to her and couldn't bare it more. "Bloody hell, Amelia! You're a model! I friggen' model, for God sakes!" Rory moved in closer to her moving his head down slightly towards her face, "Tell me what's really going on."

"What if there was something you've been hiding from someone since childhood? Someone very close to you and now you're starting to feel guilty."

"Amy. Tell me." He stepped back without any thought