The Doctor sat. . . he sat and stared, and didn't say a word. All day everyday, this is what The Doctor, would do. The amazing Doctor who was known for all of his amazing adventures in time and space, was in the console room staring at the front door of the Tardis. If you were there with him you would first ask him what he was staring at, and then when he didn't respond you would pull up a chair and sit there with him in silence trying to figure out what was so interesting about this door, that it caught his attention. But what most people wouldn't see is that it wasn't the door that he was interested in, no it's what's behind the door, or at least what he hoped was behind it, and he wasn't staring. . . he was waiting. Everyday for the past three weeks since Amy had been taken by the weeping angels, The Doctor would sit here and wait for his dear companion to return to him, he just couldn't imagine a world where Amy Pond did not exist.
River had done her best to convince him that it was no use, that she was never coming back, but everytime she said something "negative" he would just yell and scream at her to leave and to never come back, and once she was gone he would collapse on the ground and start crying uncontrollably, until he finally fell asleep. And when he slept he would dream of her. . . he would dream that she was back in the Tardis and that the angels had never happened, he would dream that they were on some crazy adventure, and that she was yelling at him for almost getting them killed. He would always wake up with a huge smile on his face, but upon realizing that it was only a dream, he would start to cry, then some how he would find the strength to finally get out of bed, and he would go to the console room and sit in a chair in front of the door. . . and wait, and pray to God that today was the day that his Amelia Pond, came home. But somewhere deep down inside of him, he knew, (even if he didn't want to beieve it) that he would be doing the same thing the very next day.