*Amys P.O.V*
I woke up suddenly, the last image of the Doctor's pleading eyes fresh in my mind.
I had looked for Rory, called for him, searched for clues. But I had nothing. In the end I had to sleep. Maybe he'd gone too far into the past for me to ever see him. Maybe it was only a few years. Or, maybe I had got sent earlier than him.
I watch Manhattan fill with people whilst sitting on my bench. That's a point, what about money? And somewhere to live?
As Manhattan gets busier and busier I decide to ask someone about where I am...and Rory.
I see a small man wearing a long coat and hat scurrying in the shadows. He looked helpful. I walked up to him and said
"Excuse me, Sir, but I have awoke dazed and a little confused, would you by any chance know where I am?" I smile my sweetest smile.
"Another one? A foreigner as well! The year is 1936." He said in his thick New York accent.
"I knew that! I want my location, please!" I said, probably a bit too snappy.
"Alright, alright! You're in Manhattan! May I ask you something?"
"Yes, of course!"
"What do you know of the weeping Angels?"
"They're the reason I'm here. And the reason I have been separated from my husband!" I said trying to stop my voice from breaking, stop myself from crying.
"Would your husband be a Rory, English, tall, big nose.."
"Yes, Yes!!!" I grin at him and then apologise for interrupting.
"Where is my husband?" I say trying to sound stern but instead sounding like a excited child.
"Follow me, Mrs Pond"
After walking numerous streets and back alleys we finally came to a large abandoned hotel. I shuddered thinking of the angels hotel. Realising it wasn't, I shrugged my shoulders and walked in.
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Pond Life after Manhattan
FanficAmy 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.