Gwyn's POV

I watch as Amy's timeline unwinds in my head. Her meeting the Doctor as he crashed in her backyard and promised her an adventure, then as he proceeded to make her wait for years. I watch her adventures as she traveled with the Doctor; I watch as they first encountered the Silence and they took her away. I watch as they took away her baby and turned her into a weapon. Melody Pond. River Song. The same woman. That was their… second try. After they failed getting me. They took someone else's child. I watch as her target turned into an obsession which turned into a romantic obsession. That poor girl. Finally the timeline catches up to the present moment, but before I can fully wake up the scenery changes and I'm not just a bystander anymore.

I am in a clean white hallway with multiple lockdown rooms on either side. A soft Gaelic tune rings in my head. My legs begin moving down the hall as the tune keeps playing.

The valley green was so serene

In the middle ran a stream so blue...

My feet pick up the pace, going from a hesitant walk to a slow jog. The haunting white hallway seems to go on forever. I can hear peoples' thoughts through the doors as I pass them — they're begging me to save them, free them. They don't want this; they are so desperate to stop the emotional pain.

A maiden fair, in despair, once had met her true love there and she told him...

She would say...

I accelerate even faster. My jog turning into a full run. The doors suddenly spill open and the severed heads of the victims of the Headless Monks roll into the hallway. Their silent screams of pain enter my head until my ears ring with the sound and it's all I can hear. Except for that haunting melody...

"Promise me, when you see, a white rose you'll think of me

I love you so,

Never let go,

I will be your ghost of a rose..."

I run off the edge as the hallway suddenly ends and I fall into darkness. I flail my limbs as I desperately search for something to grab onto to stop my descent. I'm screaming, but no sound is coming out. Eventually I reach the bottom as I abruptly land in a meadow covered in rose petals of all colours. I stagger to my feet as I gaze around my new surroundings. A blond woman in an ankle-length white dress stands a couple meters away from me, her face toward the horizon. I watch as her hair and dress flow in the wind and she slowly turns toward me. The Gaelic tune is still playing but it's softer now, more gentle. I recognize that face. The face that hasn't aged. Momma.

Her eyes believed in mysteries

She would lay amongst the leaves of amber

Her spirit wild, heart of a child, yet gentle still and quiet and mild and he loved her...

When she would say...

But even as I look at her, our surroundings flicker and move from the peaceful meadow to a bleak sterile room. Mom alternates between the healthy standing version of herself and the sickly woman sitting in a wooden chair with wires attached everywhere on her body. I reach out to her as our surroundings continue to shift.

"Promise me, when you see, a white rose you'll think of me

I love you so,

Never let go,

I will be your ghost of a rose..."

"Gwyneth." Mom is weeping, tears falling down her cheeks in a slow, steady stream. Momma. I grab her outstretched hand in mine; our surroundings momentarily settle on the meadow as I am surrounded by my mother's warm embrace.

"Momma."

When all was done, she turned to run

Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her

I feel Momma pull back a bit; I tilt back my head so I can look into her face. She brushes her hand against my cheek, wiping away the tears I didn't know were falling.

"You've grown up well. It's time to start trusting again. Trust him. I know it's hard, but trust him. We will be back together soon, my sun and stars," Mother promises. Her voice vibrates like there are two people speaking together.

And ever more he thought he saw

A glimpse of her upon the moors forever

He'd hear her say...

"I believe in you, Gwyn. It's time you start believing in yourself," Mother assures me as she starts fading away from my grasp, her body floating upward and dissolving into golden light. I reach for the light, desperately trying to keep my mother with me.

"MOMMA!" I cry, reaching upward to where my mother's energy is headed.

"Promise me, when you see, a white rose you'll think of me

I love you so,

Never let go,

I will be your ghost of a rose..."

"Gwyn, Gwyn darling, please wake up." I hear Tom's soft voice calling me, pulling me out of my vision. My eyes slowly open and Tom's concerned face comes into focus. The rest of my surroundings fuzzily follow, enough for me to recognize the Doctor and his companions hovering off to the side. I slowly sit up and let my mind process what my vision meant. My Mum is out there. I have to find her.

"Mum. She came to me," I whisper, leaning against Tom as my exhaustion catches up with me. I hear movement but I'm too tired to bother guessing what is happening. There are mumbled words between Tom and our guests before I feel myself slip into a deep sleep.

Doctor's POV

After we left Gwyn's house and went back to the TARDIS, the Ponds went straight to bed while now I'm sitting in my hanging swing under the Tardis dashboard. I don't feel like fiddling with the old girl's wires right now — I have far too much to think about.

Rose's daughter. She's special, all right. Could Rose's genetics have changed so much when she absorbed the heart of the TARDIS? No, Rose was human. Could the changed genes be suppressed? Also, where is Gwyn's father? How could he just leave them?

I'm so absorbed in my thoughts I don't realize Amy has joined me until her hand comes to rest on my shoulder. I snap out of my thoughts and look up into Amy's concerned face.

"What's on your mind, Raggedy Man?" Amy asks, sitting down across from me on the stairs. I look down at my hands resting limply in my lap.

"Rose was amazing. You and she would have gotten along great, I know it. She had this crooked smile that would just light up the room. She stayed with me through two regenerations. My previous body, she was the first and last face he saw. My mind was calmed by the fact that she's safe and alive, in that alternate dimension, even if it's a place where I can't reach her," I stammer out. Years of pent up feelings and memories suddenly come tumbling out.

"You loved her." Amy realizes. I give her a sad smile.

"I don't think I ever stopped loving her, to be honest," I confess, my words trembling. Amy's hands grasp mine and give a squeeze of comfort. "I just don't understand how this happened. I mean, I have so many questions. Most of which is how Rose became... not fully human…"

"What do you mean?" Amy asks sharply. Obviously she didn't know the full truth, because I'd always been hesitant to tell her the story. But what was the harm now?

"It was after the Time War. She healed me and, well, it was our last rung together, in that body anyway. We were fighting a massive army of Daleks that had somehow survived the final battle of the war. I tricked Rose into the TARDIS and sent her home. Rose — plucky girl — wouldn't stand for that and ripped open the TARDIS console and looked into its heart. You're not suppose to do that! It's too much for any one person to take. She took the TARDIS heart right into her own body. It nearly killed her. But she did erase an entire Dalek fleet as well as their emperor; she brought Jack back to life, saved my life…but it was too much and her mind started to burn with the knowledge." I sniffle. Letting out a breath, I take the opportunity to rub my eyes, and I realize that they are watery. I guess keeping this inside and locked for so long isn't very good.

"I had to take it out of her before she died. I put the TARDIS heart back where it belonged but having it in my body for even that short time caused me to regenerate. I don't know how she survived that long herself. I didn't think about it that much at the time, I was just glad she was alive. But obviously it changed her more than I thought."

Amy hesitates a moment, taking it all, in before she moves to stand in front of me. She makes sure my attention is gully on her before speaking.

"I don't think it's your fault what happened. You couldn't have known. She was human. How could you have known?" I'm silent at her words. I don't know if I should accept them as true, or let the guilt keep eating at me. "The best you can do is protect Rose's daughter now," Amy suggests. I let out a small chuckle.

"I don't think she needs protecting, to be honest," I joke, remembering her nickname 'the Dragon'. We share a quiet laugh before Amy yanks on my hand and I slip off my swing, allowing her to drag me out of the Tardis basement.

"Come on, Doctor, there's nothing like some tea after a conversation like this!" She continues pulling my hand and dragging me toward the kitchen.

"I couldn't agree more, Pond!"

Captain Jack's POV

/FlashBack/

"What are you going to do now?" I ask, looking across at Rose rocking little Gwyn as she sleeps. Rose kisses the top of Gwyn's head before looking back to me.

"I don't know. I don't even know why this is all happening. I mean, it's like the Doctor has been erased from everything. But if that has happened why aren't we affected by whatever did it?" Rose shakes her head helplessly. I rub my face and lean back in the chair, watching the child in her arms. So much like the Doctor's Tenth incarnation, and just as chaotic. That jawline and those cheek bones. Once the baby fat is gone and her face becomes more defined she'll look a lot like her old man.

"Does he know?" I ask. Rose bites her lip, glances away and clutches her daughter closer to her. "I'll take that as a no. I understand. Everything's going to be fine," I assure her.

"Thanks, Jack," Rose replies sincerely.

"Anything for the little sister I never had!" I joke and we laugh. Gwyn stirs in Rose's arms; both of us still, hoping she won't wake up. A cranky toddler is not fun in any timeline.

"Bananas," the child mumbles before curling closer towards Rose. We stifled another laugh. She is definitely the Doctor's daughter.

I look at the photograph of me, Rose and Gwyn at a theme park when Gwyn was 8. I grin briefly at the memory, before frowning and gently picking up the photograph to see it better.

"Oh, Rose, where could you be?" I murmur.