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Something eerily familiar about stepping off the train. Like something from a dream. And it had to be a dream, right. There were no trains like this in Germany in the 1940s, were there?
She stepped onto the platform, a little shell shocked. Okay, Amy, think. Okay, a second ago... Right. Sitting with the Doctor and Rory on the desk, her best friend who was also her daughter who was also her other best friend's wife had just been shot and was not babbling on about hair and clothing... And the pounding from the cupboard...
Her head hurt.
She leaned against a wall and crossed her arms. Something in the pocket of her denim jacket. She scowled and pulled it out. Then she frowned at the watch.
"I... I know this watch, don't I?" she asked herself, studying it, staring at it. Her timeline had been rewritten and erased and unmade and remade so many times she was no longer sure what she knew anymore, what she remembered beyond a few months ago. Anything before her wedding, really, was something of a blur. And then given how much of that time she hadn't even really been there for.... Yeah...
She knew this watch. There was something she was forgetting. Something big, something important. She had remembered her parents back into existence, and the Doctor. So whoever or whatever was connected to this watch, she would remember back. She would.
She would. Headache or no headache....
She stepped onto the platform, a little shell shocked. Okay, Amy, think. Okay, a second ago... Right. Sitting with the Doctor and Rory on the desk, her best friend who was also her daughter who was also her other best friend's wife had just been shot and was not babbling on about hair and clothing... And the pounding from the cupboard...
Her head hurt.
She leaned against a wall and crossed her arms. Something in the pocket of her denim jacket. She scowled and pulled it out. Then she frowned at the watch.
"I... I know this watch, don't I?" she asked herself, studying it, staring at it. Her timeline had been rewritten and erased and unmade and remade so many times she was no longer sure what she knew anymore, what she remembered beyond a few months ago. Anything before her wedding, really, was something of a blur. And then given how much of that time she hadn't even really been there for.... Yeah...
She knew this watch. There was something she was forgetting. Something big, something important. She had remembered her parents back into existence, and the Doctor. So whoever or whatever was connected to this watch, she would remember back. She would.
She would. Headache or no headache....
