My Daughter

"Husband!"

In the middle of the crowded airport she looked so happy that Rory almost didn't recognize her. "Wife?"

Amy threw her arms around him until he couldn't breathe. "It's a good thing you got back today, Scooby-Doo, Where Are You! premieres tomorrow."

"You've already seen all of Scooby-Doo."

"But not during the original airings, Stupid Face."

The entire way to the car he listened to her chatter about Anthony, her recent book sales, and how she couldn't wait to repurchase Abbey Road when it was released at the end of the month. She was so animated that he didn't want to bring it up, but he knew he had to: "You – you're in a good mood."

The car engine roared to life, but Amy's hand remained on the key. She stared at the horn for a while and then, without looking at him, replied: "She grows up with us, Rory. She gets to Leadworth…and then I remembered, in Berlin," Amy finally turned to him, "she also said she regenerated into a toddler in the middle of New York. Rory, how does a toddler get to Leadworth? How?"

Rory shook his head.

"Maybe – maybe we're the ones who send her there?" Hope beamed from her eyes. "It makes sense, doesn't it? We're all in New York right now!"

"Amy–"

"No. No," she shook her head angrily. "Don't spoil this for me, Rory! This has to be how it ends! We have to get her back!"

Rory shut his eyes. "She goes back to Leadworth to be trained by The Silence, Amy. If we're the ones who send her back, that's who we're sending her back to. I – I don't know if I could do that to her."

"We already did."

"We don't know that."

"I know that." Amy gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles faded to the color of bone. "And even if I don't know tha, time can be rewritten."

"Not every time."

"One is all I need."