"Raggedy Man, goodbye" I turn to see his pleading face, begging me not to go...and then darkness.
A/N I've never done this before, this is my first! Hope you like it!
I sat up on the cold pavement, there was no one around. I stood up and ran quickly to the nearest bin. A newspaper. Good. Right. Date date date. Ah hah. April 23rd, 1936. Hmm. Now to find my husband.
Rory's P.O.V
I turn around to look at Amy, still grinning from the shock of the grave with the same name as me. And see the sun setting on a street in Manhattan or what I guess is Manhattan. It looks odd, as if from a different time. I struggle to a bench, swallowing down the rising hysteria and sit down.
I turn and realise there's a man there.
"Arnold Geoffries" he puts out his hand to shake mine and I vomit ferociously into a bin. He looks at the vomit as if its a very very rude young man and says
"I suggest you come with me, that is, unless you wish to sit here in your own sick"
As I weigh up the odds of the better choice he stands up and starts walking away urgently. I make a decision to follow him and trust yet another stranger.
"Excuse me!" I shout. He gestures for me to come over there. I quickly run to where he's standing.
"What is it, sir?" He whispers anxiously.
"This is going to sound strange, but where am I?"
"Manhattan, sir"
"Which year"
"1935"
A/N I know its short, but its just a first chapter. If you like it please comment so I know someone's reading. Hope you enjoyed,
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Pond Life after Manhattan
FanfictionAmy and Rory's life after the angel takes them back in time. Set after The Angels Take Manhattan. Pure fiction, dears. All rights to the BBC and Doctor Who.