Room 11. Amongst all the other rooms it seemed to stand out, pulling me closer. Everyone else had walked passed it without a second thought, just as I had been able to do with the rooms that held their deepest secrets. And now I was stuck, just as they had been. Unable to pull myself from the door, almost staring through it, desperate to see what was inside, while too afraid to face it. Of all the terrible things I had seen, to narrow it down to one, one greatest fear. It must be terrible. I felt a cold object underneath my hand. Looking down I saw my hand grasping the doorknob, slowly turning it. The door creaked open. I never thought the sound of a creaking door could scare me, but somehow it was more chilling than the voice of a Dalek. The room was dark, but a single lamp illuminated the horrific scene.

The room was trashed, wallpaper torn, beds ripped apart, the wardrobe no longer against the wall but lying broken on the floor. A man stood in the center, his hands covered in blood, dripping down onto the floor. His tweed jacked was ripped, his bow-tie undone, and his braces hanging loosely at his side. Bodies surrounded him, broken and beaten. They were all facing me, staring at me with wide unblinking eyes, screaming in silence. Susan, Barbara, Ian, Sara-Jane, Leela, Ace, Rose, Martha, Donna, Mickey, River, the list went on, too many familiar faces to take in at once, but I knew they were all there. And at the very front, blood still running from their open wounds as they held each others hands. The Ponds. Older, but not old, their whole lives ahead of them, lives I had robbed them of. The man looked at me too, and expression of pain on his face. He knew, he knew what he had done, the people he had destroyed. It could never have been anyone else. The old traveler, with so much blood on his hands.

"Of course, who else," I whispered, before slowly closing the door.

"Doctor!" Amy called. Her voice rang out like bells, young, alive, and vibrant. The most beautiful, and the most painful sound I would ever hear. The voice of someone I loved, before I destroyed them.

Amelia Pond, the girl who waited. Happy, healthy, living her childhood fantasy without a care in the world. But for how much longer? How long until she was lost, gone forever or changed into an unrecognizable version of herself. She had waited for far too long and would keep waiting until I told her to stop. From now on she could be Amelia Pond, the girl I saved. Living out the rest of her life with Rory. He deserved her far more than I, he wasn't toxic. Perhaps it was time to say goodbye, time to let them be people again.

"Coming!" I called back. Taking one last look at the room, the room that always had been, and always would be there to haunt me.