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  1. Eleventh Hour: She’s a smart, brave girl who was misunderstood by most of the people in her life because of the unusual (and unwitnessed) experience she had of meeting the Doctor. As a result, she made herself grow up as quickly as she could, though parts of her stayed in a very childlike place emotionally. The profession she chose let her dress up and playact, while still looking tough and edgy (because of the kissing). She has a hard time committing, though she is able to inspire very deep affection in others.

  2. The Beast Below: Amy is very caring. He treatment of the Doctor and the whale in this episode shows that she’s loyal and kind. She’s also resourceful and independent, willing to do things on her own. She’s secure and self-assured, enough to handle the Doctor’s anger and to make her own decisions. She’s also perceptive. She understands the Doctor’s character.

  3. Victory of the Daleks: (I didn’t particularly care for this episode and didn’t watch it or mull over it as much, so I have less to say) Amy is compassionate, and she wants to appeal to the best in people. That was evident in her interactions with Bracewell. She can also be a bit impetuous and foolhardy, as she was when she interacted with the Dalek. She’s unabashed by other people’s fame and status. This was evident in her interactions with Liz X in Beast Below and in her interactions with Winston Churchill in Victory of the Daleks.

4./5. The Time of Angels/Flesh and Stone: (these two together, because I’ll forget what was in what) In these episodes, we saw the development of more of a teasing dynamic between Amy and the Doctor, as she tried to figure out what River’s relationship was to him. It became evident that one way Amy shows affection is by teasing and taking the mickey out of the most important people in her life. We also saw that she’s good in a crisis. When she was dealing with the Weeping Angel on the video, she got scared, but she didn’t lose her cool. She’s somebody the Doctor can count on in emergencies. She can also be very vulnerable. When she was unable to open her eyes, there were echoes of the abandoned little girl trying not to look sad and scared because the Doctor was leaving her behind. At the same time, she quickly reined in her emotions and re-engaged with the situation. At the end we learned more about her impetuosity. She went after the Doctor for a brief physical relationship, not caring about the consequences. At the same time, she showed more of her commitment issues. She didn’t want to stop being engaged, but she was afraid to get married. Both of these aspects together painted her as somewhat immature.

  1. The Vampires of Venice: (I was extremely ill when I saw this one, so pardon me if it’s a bit lacking) This episode showed Amy’s complicated relationship behavior. She clearly loved Rory, but was unable to show it in healthy ways. She showed her desire for him to be happy, but her inability to be vulnerable toward him hampered her ability to actually make that happen. She wanted to have a successful relationship, but her handicaps kept her from quite pulling it off. At the same time, the main plot of the episode showed her courage as she jumped into going “undercover.” She’s able to be subtle and act a part if she needs to. Again, her compassion was emphasized as she tried to reach out to Isabella. In the end, she called the Doctor and Rory her “boys,” another example of her backhanded way of showing affection.

  2. Amy’s Choice: This episode was heavy on development for all the characters, but Amy really showed the depth of her capacity for love. In spite of her tough exterior, she nearly couldn’t exist after Rory died. Her comment to Rory (about the fact that it had to be a dream because he died) showed that whatever doubts she might have, her ideal world always contains him. This episode also showed her capacity for laughing in the face of danger.

8./9. The Hungry Earth/Cold Blood: Not as much Amy development in these (since she spends a lot of time as a captive), but she is somewhat contrasted with Ambrose, the deeply flawed woman who murdered the Silurian warrior. Even though the Silurians captured Amy, she wasn’t in favor of decimating or attacking them, showing her understanding and willingness to forgive. Also, as a captive, she wasn’t meek and content to let her captors do whatever they wanted with her. She aggressively sought escape and to help her fellow prisoner, showing her persistent and stubborn attitude.

  1. Vincent and the Doctor: Amy’s love was shown once again both in her unconscious grief for Rory and her sincere attempts to help Vincent. By bringing the sunflowers, she showed herself to be creative. At the end of the episode, she showed herself to be hopefully naive when she assumed that her and the Doctor’s encounter with Vincent would have changed everything. Also at the end, she showed that she could trust and learn to depend on someone emotionally, in this case the Doctor, as she accepted his affection and attempts to comfort her.

  2. The Lodger: Not a lot of Amy in this episode, clearly, but she showed that she’s a quick learner as she navigated a difficult time with the Tardis, and she again proved herself unlikely to lose her head in a crisis. She also showed that she’s able to multi-task. She didn’t let herself be completely consumed with what was going on in the Tardis itself but also focused on the problem the Doctor was sorting.

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1727. A little girl sleeps in a too-big bed in a too-big house in a too-big world of intrigue and seduction. She stares at the fire in her too-big fireplace and sees a man. A lonely angel. She’ll see him again.

1996. A little girl prays in a too-big house in a too-small world of cracks and silence. She hears a sound in her too-big garden and finds a man. A mad man with a box. He always comes back.

Reinette’s world seems to grow and grow, and she glitters as everything she touches turns gold, a glowing princess. The only thing stopping her is the ticking ticking ticking that follows wherever she goes, the stately march of time.

Amelia’s world shrinks until there is almost nothing, not even stars. No stars, just a boy with a big nose who is anything but mad. She doesn’t realize that he’s plastic, and plastic lasts even longer than tin. She’s no princess, and she has no fireplace. The fire is inside her; her hair is red.

Like clockwork he comes again. She’s a woman now, and he reads her thoughts like a book. She’s more literate than he realizes; she can read upside down. Now he’s her lonely angel. Even angels need a kiss, though the giver is incomplete.

Half-awake, half-asleep, she takes the last words of an old man. A third childhood, or is it a first? She should be a woman now. Traces of other lives lie dormant in her head. She is old and young at the same time somehow. He’s rewinding; she’s beginning. He kisses her good night. Maybe that’s why she always wanted to snog him.

Reinette knows now how small the world really is. After all is said and done and the clocks are silenced forever, there’s not much left. For a glittering moment, the angel is trapped, and perhaps life will be bearable. But it’s all wrong, and she knows it. A fireplace is too small to hold him. She’s finally complete.

Amy is on fire. She never expects to see him again, but he always comes back. She can’t shut a bow tie in a car door, but she can break the heart beneath it. She’s wrong, somehow, incomplete. Brittle. Breakable. A wooden ballerina with a plastic soldier and a mad wizard.

He says he’ll come back. It’s almost a proposal. She stares through the fireplace with excitement. She hardly minds watching him disappear again. Next time will be the last, and they’ll never be apart again.

He says he’ll never come back. She watches him in the strange half light, knowing she’s seeing him for the last time. Last words of a madman. Gotcha, but she’s released instead. She watches him disappear and wakes up in a house that’s just the right size.

Reinette stops looking. The sad truth is, the lord of time is subject to its whims. She’s had many lovers in her shrinking world, but never the one she wants most. Regret turns to memory and finally release. The ticking is silent. The Angel is lonely.

There will be plenty of stars the night of Amy’s wedding. Her plastic soldier fights valiantly with his toothbrush; she’s never been so complete or felt so incomplete. Only a madman would use a nursery rhyme to save his life. A madman with a box. Dream turns to memory and finally reality. He always comes back.

The mad angel leaves the party early and goes back to his box. It’s his lot to be alone. He thinks of the night he came back to find the first little girl gone forever. He smiles because tonight he saw the other little girl married, so it’s all right. Suddenly, he hears something behind him. He turns around to find that you don’t always have to be the one who comes back; sometimes the others come back for you.



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My name is Amelia Pond,
like a name in a fairy tale.
Forward my mail.
I don’t know where;
ask the Doctor.
Told you he’s real.

 Leadworth was too real-
with its hospital and pond.
I waited for the Doctor,
but you called it a tale.
Don’t ask me where
I’ve gone. Toss my mail.

 I don’t need junk mail.
I’ve gone to the real,
But I can’t explain where.
The sky is my pond;
The stars are my tale.
I’m safe with the Doctor.

 Who is the Doctor?
The man with no mail,
who saves every tale.
Don’t worry, he keeps the real
without care, like a duck pond
without ducks. Somewhere.

 Don’t tell me where
to take the Doctor.
I’m no ocean, just a pond.
with no address for mail.
I know what’s real,
but it sounds like a tale.

 You’re reading my tale;
I could be anywhere.
I’m part of the real,
a friend of the Doctor.
Forget about my mail.
Toss it into the pond.

I promise it’s real, my winding tale.
I’m Amy Pond; I’m surely somewhere.
I’m with the Doctor; he gets my mail.





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Finally done! I used the Terttu Shawl pattern by Lankakomero.

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The thirtieth of June, the day of our departure, came all too slowly for our excited brains but all too quickly for our stretched bank accounts and frantic packing attempts. We finally got everything together, and the four of us met at Vanessa’s house


Our group consisted of four girls:


Naomi, 26, teacher. This was her first time out of the United States.

Vanessa, 25, administrative assistant. She’d been to several countries including a stint as a nanny in Germany.

Amy, 22, temp and student. I had been to Latin American countries and Canada but never to Europe.

Ashley, 25, accounting assistant and graduate student. My sister had been on several previous trips to Europe.


We left Vanessa’s house at around 2:30 p.m., seen off by her charming dad, Tom, and her plump and not-to-be-bothered cat, Riley.


Our flight was a straight shot to London, but the price for that convenience was the three-and-a-half-hour drive from Fort Myers to Miami. Naomi, Vanessa, and Naomi’s mom, Beckie, rode together, and my sister and I stayed with our parents in our car. Ashley and I were ready to fall asleep, but we made ourselves stay awake so that we would be sleepy on the airplane.


We arrived in Miami at about 6:00 p.m. Check-in went off without any hassle, helped along by a young American man who worked for British Airways. My father was convinced he was flirting with us. The amazing thing was that none of our bags were over the fifty pound weight limit.


We ate dinner at Chili’s and then bid goodbye to our parents and headed to security. The line was long but moved very quickly. None of us were singled out for special searches.


Our gate area was full of people waiting for a flight that left before ours did, so we went down to an empty one. The Miami airport has a lot to offer, but it is a bit dingy from the huge crowds. While we were looking for a seat, I spotted a middle-aged man wearing bright green pants, a pink shirt, a navy blue blazer, and neon pink socks. We also saw some young people in very outlandish outfits such as Union Jack pajama pants. My sister said they were chavs, but as I’m still a bit murky on the meaning of that term, I’m not sure. It takes all kinds, as they say.


The weather in Miami was bad, so the plane left at 9:50 p.m. instead of 8:50. It was a large plane with two floors and two aisles on the bottom level, which is where coach was located. We were sitting together in the middle four seats about three rows behind the divider that separated coach from business class. The layout was three seats then four seats then three seats. Ashley sat on the left, then me, then Naomi, then Vanessa.


As soon as we entered the plane, it was clear we had begun our journey to another country. The flight crew was all British, and the level of courtesy was definitely a notch above a standard Air-Tran domestic flight of the type I usually experience.


The flight took seven hours. I watched the movie “Breach,” which was better than I expected, and tried to sleep, which was worse than I expected. For some reason I couldn’t find a comfortable position and ended up sleeping half an hour or less. Vanessa didn’t sleep either, but Naomi slept for most of the flight. Ashley, who almost never sleeps on planes, took a natural sleep aid and actually managed to catch a few hours.


We were fed a few times and given eye masks and comfy socks by the airline. Still, by the end of the flight, we were somewhat zombiefied and more than ready to be on the ground. Crohn’s Disease is not too much of a problem once you reach a location, but the actual travel is difficult. We arrived at 10:30 a.m. London time on July first.




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