Pond Life after Manhattan

The Hotel

Rory's P.O.V

I looked at the man suspiciously.

"Are you sure?"

"Most definitely, but I think I know why you are confused."

"Right. Why am I confused?"

"Shall we take this conversation to somewhere a bit less...public?"

Then we walked through back-alleys and clambered in and over abandoned buildings until we reached an ancient hotel.

"Do you live here or...?" I asked.

"Yes" He replied sadly. I watched him disappear through a broken down doorway. I followed, grabbing what seemed to be a fire poker as I went. As I went inside I could see the shadow of its former beauty. Like an old woman who you can tell was once beautiful. I followed him through a doorway into a cocktail lounge full of people dressed very strangely, like from different periods of time.

Later on, once I had introduced myself and sat down, the man introduces himself as Arnold Geoffries, writer and friend. I then ask how and why I am here. He replies with this

"There have been angels in Manhattan for years, in the future and the past. This hotel is a place where anyone attacked by an angel can live, or start."

"That's amazing!" I say.

"It's what I do."

Amy's P.O.V.

I walk in and follow the man into a cocktail lounge. There are several people in there, dressed as if from a Fancy-dress party. There was a 20s flapper, a 60s hippie, a 50s person who looked like someone from Grease. There were three people dressed in modern clothes, a man with dark hair and skin, a woman with waist length dirty-blonde hair and a man with dark blonde hair, a large nose and a familiar face.

I run into his arms and hold onto him as if my life depends on it.

"Don't ever do that again, ever" I whisper into his ear.

A/N

Hope you like this chapter! It's quite long and quite a lot happens!

Love,

I x