Look forward, Amy.

Think of the future. You can write it, you know. You can decide what happens. Don't talk about it. Don't think about your experience with all of time and space. Don't think about the things you saw. Don't think about your Raggedy Man.

You've left your glasses. Oops. You've left your mark. The girl who waited. No other person would be willing to wait twelve years, only to be left again for another two.

But you did.

You. Magnificent, brilliant Amelia Pond. Something out of a fairytale, alright. The first thing the eleventh regeneration saw. Nothing can compare to you.

It will get better, for all of you. You'll find something to fill the emptiness you felt as the Angel's took you. Something won't always be missing, it won't always feel empty.

Think of Rory. Think of your future with him. Think of all the endings you've imagined with him. Think of all your dreams that have been fulfilled, or are waiting to be.

You'll get away from this, I promise. You'll get away from the guilt you feel at leaving him. You'll get away from the sadness you've been left with at leaving the world you know so well. At leaving the universe you know not-so-well.

You'll get away eventually.

Think of the new life you'll have. It's Manhattan in the sixties- it'll be amazing. Just try, will you? Don't drown in the memories. Don't lose who you are over the unexplainable feelings you experience. It's okay to be sad, angry, guilty.

Keep your focus on the future. Don't let the past affect your decisions. This is all about you. You, not the Angels, or Daleks, or the Doctor.

This is your future.