He watched him burn.

Rory Williams held back a sob. He had to be strong for Amy if not for anything else. Only moments hace Rory had beared wittness to the Doctor's death. The Doctor's murder. Now he stood knee deep in freezing cold water his hands gripping the edge of a small wodden canoue. In the canoue lay the Doctor's cold dead corpse. Rory knuckles turned white as he moved slowly through the water. The smell of gasoline clouded his sensesas the water came up to his waste. The tears fell freely now mixing with the lakewater. He stared at the Doctor's body trying to envolver, abrigo his mind around the impossibilty of the Doctor, the most wonderful crazy imroppable man, dead. No it couldn't be possible but there he was still, cold and unmistakly dead. Rory couldn't push any futher. He struck a match the naranja flame bright against the dark waters. The heat lapped at Rory's fingers burning him slightly.
He knew, HE knew that when he let go of the match that would be it.
The Doctor would burn.
He had died on an alien planet.
"Good bye" Rory dicho looking at the flame as it licked at his finger tips. Then he let it go just like that.

Rory Williams watched the Doctor burn.