“Choices” [11th Doctor/Amy]

The Doctor sat in the TARDIS alone.

Well, he wasn’t really alone, but at that point he might have been, and nothing would have been different from now.
Technically, Amy was there too, but not the Amy she used to know: the joyful, excited, soon-to-be-married Amy Pond; the impossible Amelia.
Since the cracks ate Rory, she wasn’t the same any more.
Yes, she was still over-excited when he took her off to have adventures and the awful lot of running thing, but he knew that wasn’t really her. She wasn’t completely there; his Amelia.
He could see her sometimes, when she was probably thinking he was somewhere else, being so sad and crying without reason, apparently.
She was just so unhappy, only, she didn’t know why. ‘And this is just tragic’, he thought.
“Sure, what just happened with Van Gogh doesn’t help her, right”, he murmured to himself.

He stood up and started pulling random levers. “Sooo”, he yelled at Amy, hidden in there, somewhere, “where do you want to go? A trip in the future? I’m thinking… first human marrying an alien! How would you like it? You should see the papers! Oh, and the wedding! Beautiful! So much for the Royal Weddings”.
The Doctor gave an annoyed look to the Blue Boringers before starting to speak again. “Or… Harena! Beautiful planet! It’s made entirely of sand!”, he made a gesture with his hands. “Big time for a sand’s fan, uh? You’re going to love it!”. He jumped, smiling. “Or… you know, we could go anywhere else you want. Name it!”.