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!”.
I can’t actually play cricket, let alone in the dark.
This was exactly you. All this. All of it. You make them so afraid. When you began, all those years ago, sailing off to see the universe, did you ever think you’d become this? The man who can turn an army around at the mention of his name.
- River Song
(A Good Man Goes to War)
“The Eleventh Hour” - 5.01
“Nothing is ever forgotten, not really.”
Eleven Days of River/Doctor | day four: a scene that made you laugh
5.05. Flesh and Stone
You… me… handcuffs… Must it always end this way?
Then Eleven spoke:
“Lets do it! Lets do it!
Let’s regenerate into our next self.
Don’t fight it,
We might like it.
It’s a natural part of Time Lord health.
It’ll be cool,
C’mon, you daft fool.
We’ll then treat ourselves to a dip in Sexy’s pool.
Lets do it! Lets do it tonight!”
Then Ten squawked:
“I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to do it!
I really like being this skinny bloke.
Another face change?!
We might be too strange.
Or what if our fashion sense is a joke?
Let me just mope,
I’ve lost all hope.
Regeneration is far too much of a slippery joke.
I do want to do it! I don’t want to go tonight!”