Rory's P.O.V
I looked at the man suspiciously.
"Are you sure?"
"Most definitely, but I think I know why you are confused."
"Right. Why am I confused?"
"Shall we take this conversation to somewhere a bit less...public?"
Then we walked through back-alleys and clambered in and over abandoned buildings until we reached an ancient hotel.
"Do you live here or...?" I asked.
"Yes" He replied sadly. I watched him disappear through a broken down doorway. I followed, grabbing what seemed to be a fire poker as I went. As I went inside I could see the shadow of its former beauty. Like an old woman who you can tell was once beautiful. I followed him through a doorway into a cocktail lounge full of people dressed very strangely, like from different periods of time.
Later on, once I had introduced myself and sat down, the man introduces himself as Arnold Geoffries, writer and friend. I then ask how and why I am here. He replies with this
"There have been angels in Manhattan for years, in the future and the past. This hotel is a place where anyone attacked by an angel can live, or start."
"That's amazing!" I say.
"It's what I do."
Amy's P.O.V.
I walk in and follow the man into a cocktail lounge. There are several people in there, dressed as if from a Fancy-dress party. There was a 20s flapper, a 60s hippie, a 50s person who looked like someone from Grease. There were three people dressed in modern clothes, a man with dark hair and skin, a woman with waist length dirty-blonde hair and a man with dark blonde hair, a large nose and a familiar face.
I run into his arms and hold onto him as if my life depends on it.
"Don't ever do that again, ever" I whisper into his ear.
A/N
Hope you like this chapter! It's quite long and quite a lot happens!
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Pond Life after Manhattan
ФанфикAmy 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.