Amy sipped her tea and nodded as the Doctor speculated on the lasting effects of everyone getting trapped in 1960s New York. When he continued, though, she choked audibly. None of the rest of it made any sense-- something about a prophecy, and somebody's grandfather knocking. Amy didn't catch any of it after that one word.
"Supposed to die?" she asked. "Die as in, regenerate, or die as in... die?" The conversation was headed towards dangerous ground. If she wasn't supposed to tell her Doctor that she'd seen his demise, telling his previous self was probably worse.