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It was not my idea. My friend liked the first photoset so much, she asked me to continue. You can just ignore this. I know it sucks.

Next time he sees her, his mind is reeling.

They’re on some planet, that he’ll never admit wasn’t their final destination, when Amy wanders off. Again. He’s too busy to notice, rummaging in TARDIS’s console and she probably grew bored or something because when he looks up, victorious, she’s not there.

It takes him a few hours to find her, to his great relief, completely unharmed, though a bit shaken. He walks her back to the safety of TARDIS, while she rambles on about the woman she met earlier. Both his hearts stop for a moment when she mentions that her new acquaintance was a time traveller, “lost along the way”. He’s not sure if he wants to hear more. He’s not sure if he’s afraid of dissapointment or something entirely else.

He beckons her inside, when something catches his eye. He whips around just in time to see the familiar silhouette fading away.

He whispers her name ike a prayer and he must be completely mad, when the wind brings him a faint echo of her voice.

“It’s not the time. Yet.”

Description
It was not my idea. My friend liked the first photoset so much, she asked me to continue. You can just ignore this. I know it sucks.

Next time he sees her, his mind is reeling.

They’re on some planet, that he’ll never admit wasn’t their final destination, when Amy wanders off. Again. He’s too busy to notice, rummaging in TARDIS’s console and she probably grew bored or something because when he looks up, victorious, she’s not there.

It takes him a few hours to find her, to his great relief, completely unharmed, though a bit shaken. He walks her back to the safety of TARDIS, while she rambles on about the woman she met earlier. Both his hearts stop for a moment when she mentions that her new acquaintance was a time traveller, “lost along the way”. He’s not sure if he wants to hear more. He’s not sure if he’s afraid of dissapointment or something entirely else.

He beckons her inside, when something catches his eye. He whips around just in time to see the familiar silhouette fading away.

He whispers her name ike a prayer and he must be completely mad, when the wind brings him a faint echo of her voice.

“It’s not the time. Yet.”