Amy couldn’t take her eyes off of the spiral. It was too hypnotic….too pretty…to beautiful…too…good…it felt good to look into the spiral…
She could pretty much feel her mind slowing down…feel it stopping…but she didn’t care…the spiral was good…very good…
The spiral was perfect…Amy was imperfect…the spiral would make her perfect…
The spiral would perfect her. The spiral was all she needed. She didn’t need her husband. She didn’t need the Doctor. She didn’t need adventure.
She only needed the spiral.
She didn’t even need her free will, or the clothes she slipped out of.
The spiral was perfection…she would become one with the spiral.
The spiral…