Amelia Pond is kneeling beside her bed, eyes closed, saying her prayers."Dear Santa, thank you for the dolls and pencils and the fish. It's Easter now, so I hope I didn't wake you." Amelias voice announces. She then looks around. Waiting for someone else to speak. But then sighs.
"it is an emergency. There's a crack in my wall. Aunt Sharon says it's just an ordinary crack, but... I know it's not, because, at night, there's voices. So please, please, could you send someone to fix it? Or a policeman. Or..." she stammers.
There is a sound of rushing wind.
"Back in a moment." Amelia states quickly.
She gets up from the floor, picks up a torch from the nightstand, runs to the window and pulls back the curtain to look outside. There is nothing out there. She looks up at the sky and sees the moon, but there are no stars.
(PARLOR, NIGHT)
Amelia is sitting facing her Aunt Sharon and a psychiatrist,
"It's a lovely painting, Amelia. And what are all these? And who's that?" Christine questions.
"That's my sister Bella. Looking at the Stars." Amelia says with a smile.
"Oh, Amelia!" Sharon announces.
"Tell you what, shall we go outside?" Christine questions.
"What do you see, Amelia?" Christine asks.
"The moon." Amelia states.
"And what else?" Christine asks.
"Just the dark." Amelia shrugs.
"But no stars. If there were stars up there, we'd be able to see them, wouldn't we? Amelia, look at me. You know this is all just a story, don't you? You know there's no such thing as stars." Christine tells the young girl.
"And you don't have a little sister called Bella, either." Sharon adds.
Amelia says nothing but looks up at the sky.
(BEDROOM, NIGHT)
Amelia is lying in bed listening to her aunt and the psychiatrist.
Amelia walks slowly to the top of the stairs. The voice are much clearer. She watches as they cross from the kitchen to the parlor.Just as she stands to go back to her room, a figure outside slips something through the letter slot. Amelia runs down the stairs. It is a brochure for the National Museum. She opens it and center of the page, circled, is the Pandorica. On the back is a note written in red ink: "Come along, Pond".
MUSEUM, DAY
Amelia and Sharon walk up the steps into the museum.
Amelia tugs Sharon through the foyer and past a number of exhibits.
"Come on, Aunt Sharon!" Amelia huffs.
"Look at that! That's good, isn't it?" Sharon states.
"Not that! This way." Amelia sighs.
"But we're not looking at anything." Sharon protests.
"This way!" Amelia announces.
Amelia sees the room housing the Pandorica and breaks free from Sharons grip. On the way, she sees two strange creatures encased in stone. Daleks.
"Amelia!" Sharon yells.
Amelia pushes her way forward to stare at the Pandorica and, as she goes to drink her soda, the cup is grabbed from her hand. She turns around to see who took it but she can't see anyone with her drink. When she turns back, there is a yellow Post-it note stuck on the Pandorica. "Stick around, Pond".
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The other pond- the tale of a ginger
FanfictionThe story of two little ginger girls Who grow up to save the world With their crazy bow tie man