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Penance
Interlude
Rupture
Amy woke up slowly. Her sleep had been the image of peaceful. She opened her eyes to see her husband's sleeping face, still frozen in a state of bliss. With her eyes, she traced his face. She knew it by heart by now, but she loved to just look and count the birthmarks, the eyelashes. She looked at his silent expression and sighed quietly. What a face...
She got up from bed and readied herself. Dressing in an oversized sweater and jeans, she left her Converse behind so she could make breakfast for her boys.
Her boys...
She ran out outside, to see if it was just a dream. Please, oh please! Let him be okay...
The TARDIS was empty. Not even a hum showed life. She checked the lower levels of the control room to see if he was there. She'd raced down for nothing. She had tripped down for nothing. The Doctor wasn't there at all.
So it was true.
She was here...
With a soft yelp, she collasped onto the floor. She held her knees close to her chest and tried in vain to control her sobs. But they echoed off the walls, infinately replaying her sadness.
He wasn't okay. He would never be okay again...
She desperatey tried to wipe away the tears, end the hot droplets from falling. But she couldn't stop crying.
Not anymore.
Not ever again.
Not after Rhea...