One day everybody stood around a casket. Amy was dead. The twelfth Doctor officiated the funeral. Alexa was 20 years old. (She skipped quite a few years.) Rose was crying. John wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him. He too was silently crying. Alexa was the only one in the family who wasn't crying. Donna and Clara and River and Martha and Jack and the eleventh Doctor was crying. Alexa didn't cry even when the casket was lowered into the ground. Somehow, Alexa remained composed through the entire funeral. After the funeral ended, the others returned to their individual portals except for Donna. John, Rose, and Donna returned the TARDIS. Alexa remained at Amy's grave for a while. John and Rose and Donna watched from the doorway. It was raining. Donna looked at John and Rose and said: "do you want me to get her out of the rain?" John shook his head and said quietly: "no. She's remained composed through the entire funeral. Give her some time. I'm sure she'll come back when she's ready. In the meantime, we should probably change into dry clothes ourselves. Oh wait, no we don't. We were standing under an umbrella." Donna said: "I'm going to go lay down." Rose dried her eyes and said: "yeah. I'm going to do the same." Then the two women walked to their rooms and walked into their rooms and lay down and fell asleep. John sat down on the couch and sighed and watched Alexa from the doorway. After a while John stood and shrugged into his trenchcoat and grabbed his umbrella and walked out of the TARDIS and opened his umbrella and walked over to Alexa. He stood beside Alexa. Alexa said quietly: "why did she have to die?" John wrapped his arms around her and sighed and said gently: "I don't know, Baby girl. I don't know. Come on. Let's get out of the rain."
