The Doctor wove his way irritably around the console. "That daughter of yours is simply impossible!"
"Oooh, Mr. Grumpy Face again! You know, if you'd just stop putting weird things on your head, she'd stop shooting them off." Unlike the Doctor, Amy was perfectly cheerful. They'd finally made it to Rio, where they'd only been shot at by two aliens, and those rather half-heartedly, and she'd seen her daughter, which was always nice, and River had, with her usual bravado, managed to put an end to the Doctor's latest hat - a beret. "You know," Amy continued with a smile, "I should have a word with her about that bow-tie..."
The Doctor froze, stricken, and Amy laughed, picturing the possibilities. A moment later, she stopped laughing, and the smile dropped off her face. The Doctor was looking far too worried, and instead of the long-winded retort she had expected, he was making a low moaning sound. He was staring at the monitor screen, and it was plain that he'd not been listening to a word she'd been saying.
Amy spun round the console to see what he was looking at. There on the screen was a blonde girl with a round face and very dark eyebrows. Her lips were twitching, but no sound came out, and it struck Amy that she was communicating directly with the Doctor, mind-to-mind. Amy suddenly felt very frightened.
The image cut off, and the Doctor moved into action, pulling levers, pushing buttons. The irritability was gone, replaced by a dark intensity she'd never seen before. They landed, and he prowled to the door, Amy moving uncertainly behind him. In a swift, furious movement, he threw the doors open, and pushed her out onto the streets of Leadworth.
Amy stumbled and nearly fell. Her courage was fast failing her. "Doctor, you're scaring me," she whispered, then louder, "What is this?"
"This, this, Amelia Pond," his voice grew deadlier with every word, and he seemed to loom in front of her. "This is me. Leaving." Amy stared at him in terror and disbelief. "Wh..." "This. Is the end. I have protected you, you stupid apes, for so long, for longer than you have existed I have fought for you, and every time I do, one of you shows me why I shouldn't have bothered. But I keep going, keep saving you, because every time, I see one of you who is worth it, who is good, who is better than the rest, and I do it for them. And every time, that one person lets me down, but I keep fighting, for them, because most of the time they don't. Well, now that's over. Because the one person who I never saw do wrong, who only caused bad things by doing good, the one human who redeemed you every time, who I loved, who I lost to her goodness, now she has finally proven to me, that I was WRONG. Wrong to save you. Wrong every single bloody time. Because you are no better than you seem."
The TARDIS engines ripped through the still air, and Amy was left, crying with shock and confusion.
