𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒔 ☆ The Glorious Series ｟ BOOK 1 ｠

P.S. (Epilogue)

A/N: Hello. 🙂

Okay, so this is the last update of actual story content.

I seriously can't believe we've made it all the way to here... ❤️

Anyway, I won't say anything else, for now.

Enjoy! 😘

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Inside, Pond-Williams home, Front hall, Sunset...

Brian stopped watering the plants as he looked around, taking in the emptiness of the house.

The absence of Amy and Rory.

Brian's attention was then brought to the front door when he heard the doorbell ring. He set down the watering can before walking over to the front door and opening it, revealing a man in his mid-60s standing on the doorstep as he wore an old-fashioned suit.

"Mr. Brian Williams?" The man enquired, speaking with a New York accent.

"Yes." Brian looked at the man curiously. "How did you know I was here? This isn't my house."

The man held out a letter. "This is for you."

He took hold of the letter, eyes widening slightly when he saw 'Dad' scrawled across the envelope in familiar handwriting.

Brian looked back up at the man. "I don't understand."

"You should read it. I'll wait."

The man then just walked into the house past a bemused Brian.

Inside, Pond-Williams home, Lounge...

Brian slowly sat down on the sofa before he began reading the letter.

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Dear Dad,

This is the difficult bit.

If I've got this right, you're reading this letter a week after we left in the TARDIS. The thing is, we're not coming back.

We're alive and well, and stuck in New York 50 years before I was born. We can't come home again. I won't ever see you again and it breaks my heart. I'm so sorry, Dad.

I thought about this for years, and I realized there was one thing I could do: I could write to you. Tell you everything about how we lived, how, despite it all, we were happy. But before I do, I need you to know, you are the best dad any son could have had, and for all the times I drove you mad and you drove me mad, and all the times I snapped at you, I'm sorry. I miss everything about you, especially our awkward hugs. I bought a trowel. We have a small yard. I garden.

But one more important bit of business: the man who delivered the letter, Anthony, be nice to him 'cause he's your grandson.

We finally adopted in 1946. Anthony Brian Williams. He can tell you everything. He'll have the family albums. And I realize having a grandson who's older than you is way beyond weird, but I'm sorry. I love you, Dad.