Rory's View Part Three: Amy's Choice

Sorry this is so late, but here's part three of Rory's View, a daily feature which charts a part of an episode from Rory's point of view:

PART 3: AMY'S CHOICE

I sit up, back in the house in Upper Leadworth. Looking over at Amy, I see she's still asleep. I jump as the banging on the window and side of the house continue. I begin to pull Amy up the stairs with difficulty, apologising whenever she bumps on the stairs. Finally we make it to the room we'd prepared for the baby. I take a moment to rest in the soft yellow glow, momentarily ignoring the banging that still sounds around us. Her eyes fly open and she sits up, glancing around. "How'd I get up here?"

"I carried you," I reply. "I'm afraid you may experience some bruising."

"Where's the Doctor?" Amy questions. 

"Don't know," I answer, then an idea comes to me. "I want to do something for you." Amy stares as I turn and pull a pair of scissors from a bag behind me. Closing my eyes, I grab the ponytail and cut through it as Amy gasps. "I was starting to like it," She says softly. We both spin around as a squeaking sound comes from the window. "Sorry!" the Doctor exclaims as he pulls himself in. "Had to stop at the butcher's." He falls on his back in front of us. "What're we going to do?" I ask.

"I dunno," he replies breathlessly. "I thought the freezing TARDIS was real, but now I'm not so sure." Suddenly, Amy gasps again. "I think the baby's starting."

"Honestly?!" I ask as the Doctor lifts his head. 

"Would I make it up at a time like this?!" Amy demands as the Doctor scrambles to sit up. 

"Well you do have a history of--" Amy glares at me. "Being very lovely," I amend quickly. Amy cries out as the banging starts again. "WHY ARE THEY SO DESPERATE TO KILL US?!" I demand. 

"They're scared," the Doctor replies, standing. He hastens to duck again as a small statuette crashes to the floor, shattering the glass in the window. I move towards it just as one of the alien people releases a cloud of green smoke into the room. I stagger backward, yelling in pain. "Rory!" Amy cries, struggling over to me while the Doctor thrusts a lamp through the window. I feel a strange sensation come over me, and I know I'm dying. As my body begins to disintegrate into dust, I meet Amy's eyes. "Look after our baby," I murmur.

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