Amelia's house, the night she waited, at the eleventh hour. She fell asleep on her tiny little suitcase, waiting for him, and he never did come. He carries her inside, sits at her bedside, desperate. Just another voice, through the Cracks. "I thought if you could hear me, I could hang on somehow. Silly me. Silly old Doctor." He smiles down at her, sleeping so softly. "When you wake up, you'll have a mum and dad... And you won't even remember me. Well, you'll remember me a little. I'll be a story in your head. But that's okay. We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
He talks to her in her sleep, getting weaker and older by the second, patting her hand, trying not to cry. Trying not to be afraid.
"Because it was, you know. It was the best! A daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well, I borrowed it. I was always going to take it back. Oh, that box, Amy. You'll dream about that box. It'll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient. And the bluest blue ever."
He's a wizard, it's a spell. A spell she'll spend her life unraveling, calling him back across the void. Giving him life, for the one he's helped her build.
"And the times we had, eh? Would have had. Never had. In your dreams, they'll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond. And the days that never came."
The Cracks are closing, faster and faster. Her home is healed before his eyes. He shivers.
"But they can't close properly until I'm on the other side. I don't belong here anymore."
It's too sad. Too much, all that life. He kisses her goodbye, too strong and too weak for the rest of the world's rewinding. "Bye bye, Pond," he says. And steps into the Crack.
She wakes up and looks around, but there's nothing. It's a very starry night. And by morning time, it's 2010 and the sun is bright. Amy's mother wakes her up: It's her wedding day. She throws herself upon her mother, back from nowhere, but it fades as quickly as a dream. They joke about her father's cooking, the Ponds and how they laugh. She hurtles downstairs to see him, collar points up waiting for his necktie, and she throws herself on him too, laughing. Joyful and confused. "You're my tiny little dad!"
Rory's brushing his teeth when Amy calls him. "Do you feel like there's a great big thing in your head, and you feel like you should remember it, but you can't?" He says he can, but admits he's only agreeing because he's scared of him. It doesn't sound nasty at all, when they say these things now. They love each other. She hangs up and bounces across the room, to her wedding gown.