We all have something we're wishing for - something we dream of or work towards. A change for the future we covet. It's the story we tell ourselves when we say things are going to get better. We imagine all the ways our lives could improve, if only we were a little luckier or tried a little harder, if only the universe went our way just this once.
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"So Rory, I've been thinking," she started pausing to take a bite and see exactly where he was. Stopping in the middle of the room she looked around before fixing on the woman who had just been speaking to her. "You're not Rory."
It sounded rather dumb when said like that, but then again it was the truth. It sort of put a bit of perspective on things when a person was looking for one someone and found another.
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Taking a step closer, she held out the hand not currently holding an apple. "Amy Pond, nice to meet you."
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Amy was perfectly happy staying a Pond. There was nothing wrong with being a Williams, but Mrs Williams definitely made her feel like Rory's mum which was wrong on so many levels.
Laughing she shook her head, turning in a slow circle to get the lay of the place. "No. Played a nurse on occasion, but not actually one."
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But now she could do as she pleased. Well, as she and Rory pleased. Shaking her head, she let out a short laugh. "No. Tried it, thought about it, might try it again, but no." Pressing her lips together for a moment she decided to just dive right into the truth. "Kiss-o-gram."
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"It was a laugh. The costumes were a lot of fun though."
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Laughing, she shrugged. "Ah yeah, my mum wasn't exactly thrilled either, but she keeps holding out hope that I'll grow out of it and do something proper. Which I'll probably get to eventually."
For a moment there, Amy had been about to say that her mum was dead and thus didn't have a say in the matter, but she knew that wasn't true. She remembered them and they did exist, despite all that had happened.
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Not that she was entirely keen on returning to that particular line of work. It had been fun, but now she was wandering away from it. Maybe she would try her hand at everything, see what stuck. That seemed like the sort of plan she could at least have fun with.
"Did you? See the world? That sort of thing."
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