The angels took Rory. Then they took his redheaded best friend, he stood there shaking and tears pierced his eyes, he whimpered choking as he tried to breath, covering his face in his sweaty palms. He picked up his head and stared at where at where Amy had stood just seconds ago. A warm shaky hand wrapped around his shoulders. River. He had forgotten that she was there, the thought of her calmed him just a bit but not enough to stop his body from shaking nor for his tears to dry. For once he didn't straighten up and swallow his tears and pretend like he was okay and that everything was okay. For once he didn't care that someone saw him for what he truly is, an exhausted, lonely god whose broken on the inside.

They crept back to the TARDIS, he didn't even notice that they were already inside and that River was by the console, punching in directions as he sat on top of the stair case, his hand on one another, he stared down below him.

"River. They were your parents. Sorry. I didn't even think" he looked over at her expecting some hint of sadness but she barely even blinked at his comment

"Doesn't matter" she continued punching buttons

"Of course it matters." He stared blindly at her, new tears formed in his old eyes but he didn't dare cry now.

"What matters is this Doctor, don't travel alone." She looked over to him, her face stone hard

"Travel with me then"

"Whenever and wherever you want. But not all the time. One psychopath per TARDIS, not you think? Okay. This book I've got to write. Melody Malone. I presume I send it to Amy to get it published?" her stone gaze didn't move but of you looked close enough, you could see tears in her eyes, newly formed tears.

"Yes, yes" he breaks eye contact and looks back at his feet. River spoke softly then her voice faded into the silence. The TARDIS doors opened then closed gently barely making a sound. Warm tears ran down his pale face as he lets out a sharp painful exhale, his shaky hands rubbed his face smearing the newly cried tears

"The last page"

He ran across Bow Bridge to where they had picnicked earlier, before the angels first took Rory. He grabbed the last page out of the basket and held it tightly in his clenched fist. He dragged his feet along the never ending sidewalk and sat on one of the rusty park benches, he unfolded the crinkled page and held closer to him. He took out Amy's round glasses and put them on slowly, his eyes closed for a second before beginning to read Amy's last farewell.

"Hello old friend…"

"...Tell her this is the story of Amelia Pond, and this is how it ends."

He sat without moving and tried to take in Amy's last farewell. He rose slowly and looked at the letter one last time before folding the page and slipping it into his jacket. He walked down the lonely streets and to his blue box, the box never seemed so empty and the echoes of Amy's and Rory's presents haunted him. Chills ran down his back making him shiver, he wrapped his arms around himself before reaching up to his neck. The dark red bowtie was still around his skinny neck, his cold hands nudged it until it was loose, he looked strange almost different without his bowtie.

His eye lids felt heavy so he let them drop. The shakiness in his legs came back and he kneed down to the ground, his hand fell gently to his side. He kept his eyes shut because every time he opened them there they were, his beloved friends, or echos or them. He couldn't protect them; he couldn't save them, not this time. Memories washed over him as he opened his eyes and tear ran down his face and he rubbed them away quickly.

"I'm sorry… I- I couldn't save you… I cou- I couldn't protect you."

He spoke as if the echoes were real. He brought his hands over his face and his knees to his chest. He sat there alone but budged as a soft force was placed on his shoulder, he looked over slowly and gasped for air

"Doctor…" whispered a familiar soft voice

"Bb-but-" he was now standing and his hand reached out carefully

"Please Doctor, please don't cry."

"Amy..." his voice shook and he curled his hand around Amy's cheek

"I'm an echo Doctor; I'm fading and will be gone any second now"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Amelia" his eyes watered and the echo seemed blurrier then before

"Don't, please don't apologize for showing me the stars" her voice softened

"Oh my Amelia Pond- please don't leave me" his hand dropped as she began to fade

"Goodnight my rag-" she didn't finish her sentence as she faded into tine air, now he was truly alone.

His lip trembled as he watched her fade away again. He closed his eyes again but this time to gather strength, he took deep sharp breaths. Walking rapidly to the console he punched in directions, punching buttons he skipped as he rotated around the controls, the TARDIS made its magnificent sound and then stopped announcing that they have arrived. Swinging a small mirror in front of him, he fixed his bowtie but didn't move from the mirror, he stared at himself with the look of disappointment; he took a long blink and deep breath before walking out the TARDIS door.

The door creaked open and he stepped out. The TARDIS was on a street, a well cleaned street; across from him was a white house. It was perfectly mowed and the bushes were neatly cut. A man stood on a tall ladder that was leaning against the perfect house, a white paint brush in his right hand a paint bucket to his left, his chin tightened as he bit down and he looked down to his feet. Two steps forward, no step back. He opened the waist tall fence and walked to the ladder. He cleared his throat loudly as a sign that someone was behind the man, the man turned around and he smiled widely.

"Doctor! What a nice surprise!" the man put his brush down and began climbing down the ladder

"Hello Brian!" he said a bit more cheerfully and waved to him