Raggedy Imaginary Friend.
Amelia constantly thought about the TARDIS, but most importantly, the Doctor, very nearly on a daily basis. It was hard to keep her mind from racing with the memories of her time with the Doctor. Heâd showed her so much in what had felt like such a short time, and she was in a strange place where the only trickle of happiness she truly ever got was when she reminisced about her days and adventures with the Doctor, in the TARDIS.Â
The stress from being thrust into the past, a time her and Rory knew almost nothing about, had torn the two apart once again. This time for good. Which meant for Amelia that she usually kept to herself, locked away in her room, cut off from the world. But she didnât mind, she had the necessities to get by. If she didnât have it, her live in housekeeper, and friend Maisy, would go out and get it for her.
Amy always liked to think that she was the one keeping Maisy around because of the good work the woman did, but in reality Maisy was the one that decided sheâd in fact be sticking around. And she did so because of Amyâs wonderful stories which Maisy coaxed out of Amy every chance she got. That was when Amy wasnât bossing Maisy around. The whole purpose she had Maisy employed for in the first place.Â
Maisy was just a bit younger than Amy and marveled at the idea that there was some raggedy madman flying around out there, in time and space, in his special blue police box that was bigger on the inside. And Amy never got tired of telling her story. It helped her to never forget. Not that she could, even if she wanted to. All those memories were ingrained into her mindâs eye forever.
Letting out a sigh as she allowed her mind to marinate in the bittersweet memories, Amelia walked along the cobblestone street on her way to the bakery to get a loaf of bread for supper. Her heels click-clacked along the hard surface beneath her. This was the one and only time she ever left her house. Amy couldnât stand supper without some bread to gnaw on. And maybe sheâd even pick up a new bottle of wine too. Normally however, sheâd have Maisy run the errands. Today felt like a day to be out and about though.
Lucky that Amy had gone with her gut instinct because just as she was about to step foot in the bakery, she heard the brakes of the TARDIS whine in the distance. She felt a smile crack on her solemn, anxious ridden, face at the sound. A frown soon replaced that joyful expression. It couldnât be the TARDIS. The Doctor wasnât allowed to cross back into this alternate reality because of the weeping angels. Deep down though, Amy had always hoped, no known, that the Doctor would find a way. He always did.
Turning on her heels, Amy followed the sound of the cloister bell. She looked down every alley, behind every shop, in a few shops and around every bend. No Doctor. Amy shook her head. Of course it had been too good to be true. Why should she have any happiness at all after all this time.Â
Taking a deep breath in, she slouched over and made the trek make to the bakery. It was getting dark, she should really hurry. Amyâs ears perked up when she heard the faint tell of footsteps behind her. She didnât stop though, she knew better than that. Sheâd turn the first corner she came across and jump out at whoever was following her. Scare them good.
Amy did just as she planned and waited patiently for the person to show their face around the corner. BAM! Amy jumped out in front of a man and screamed at him. When she calmed down, she took a good solid look at who sheâd just terrified the living daylights out of. âDoctor?â She questioned surprisingly. âIs it really you?â She wondered, hoping she wasnât hallucinating as a result of some weird disease.
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