It had been 3 weeks since Rory had gone missing, Amy had had a miscarriage a couple of days ago due to stress and she was giving up hope of ever seeing her husband again. Her dad had come round to cook her some lunch and to make sure that she ate it.
"I'm not hungry, dad"
"Amelia listen to me, you need to eat, you need to keep your strength up, Rory will come back."
She looked at him, "why do people keep saying that, he's not coming back, I don't know where he is, no hospitals have reported him, no.." she took a deep breath "no funeral homes have reported him, he's gone, dad"
"Amy you can't give up hope just yet, he's out there somewhere, he must be"
"So everyone keeps saying, but he hasn't made any attempts to contact me, if he is out there, then why hasn't he?"
"There could be thousands of reasons Amy, he could have lost his phone, he might not have any money, he might have.." There was a knock at the door and Amy got up to answer it."
A couple of minutes later Amy's dad came into the hall to see what was taking so long and found Amy crying on the floor, he slowly looked at the person standing in the doorway and took a step back.
"...Rory?"
