Smart phone-- of course. She’d been living in the 1930’s long enough to have nearly forgotten about those. God, she missed them and the convenience of texting almost as much as she missed dishwashers that didn’t break down constantly. She took a few steps backwards as the frame crashed down, and took the phone he offered her. Just like riding a bike, found the camera in prompt time, snapping a photo and zooming in on the picture to make sure it came out clear.
“2012, the last time I saw you, but my husband and I were trapped in 1938,” she said quickly. “How about I carry the phone and you do the sonic-ing instead.”
There was a lot that Amy was capable of, and knowing the Doctor better than most people had become a sort of superpower for her. New face, old face, raggedy face-- it didn’t matter, really. She’d might as well have been a walking encyclopedia on reading the Doctor’s intentions. At the very least, it was comforting to think that.
But asking about her last name had made her pause, and hesitate. Pond was the name that belonged to her Doctor, to her raggedy man, and although it was her first reaction to use that name even after all those years of being married to Rory, it felt like a betrayal to use it now. Glorious Pond, come along, Pond...words she wouldn’t hear again from her Doctor.
“Williams,” she said finally. Pond didn’t belong to him, after all, and she didn’t think she could bear to hear it come from anyone but her Doctor’s mouth. She didn’t have too long to dwell though, and she turned her head to glance over her shoulder down the hallway behind them.
“We better go,” she said, looking at the map on the little screen. “It looks like the generators are in the basement...not that that’s a surprise,” she sighed.