The Doctor's wife.
He was lonley, ever so lonley. Of course, he never let Amy or Rory know this. He enjoyed having them there, and travelling with them, but it was not the same. He had a soft spot for Amy, a special place in his heart where he held his feelings for all his companions, but it was not enough for him. Travelling around by himself for all those years had saddened him, and he missed her terribly. But, he knew there was nothing he could do to bring her back. She was gone.
Amy came bounding down the stairs – her red hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. As usual, she was wearing very little, a striped black and white t-shirt with a short black skirt and converse trainers. She smiled at the Doctor, a heartfelt smile. 'Rory's still asleep. What's wrong?' she asked, walking over to the Doctor, placing her hand on his shoulder. She knew something was wrong, for he did not return her smile as he usually did. He smiled falsely, switching switches and turning dials on the TARDIS console, pretending he was busy. 'Where do you want to go today?' He asked, changing the subject completely, avoiding her question. 'Wherever you want,' she replied softly. If there was one thing she knew, it was not to question the Doctor if he did not want to reply. If he was going to tell her, he would tell her in his own time.
He turned to Amy, and looked at her. A soft smile appeared on his face. She reminded him so much of her. She looked like her, and had many of the same characteristics as her. He couldn't bare it.
'We'll just stay here,' he said, turning around and walking down the steps to under the console. He just wanted to be alone. Amy was confused, she followed the Doctor, looking over the bannister. He was sat down on the floor, his chin resting on his knees, hugging them with both his arms. Amy was worried, she had never seen him like this before. What had he to be so upset about all of a sudden? It was only yesterday that they had been with River Song, on their way back from America. They had come back to England now, so that Amy and Rory could visit their parents after the events of the wedding. Should she leave him alone, should she help him?
Rory slipped his arm around Amy's waist. She was so preoccupied watching the Doctor that she had not noticed him approach her. He was wearing a blue shirt and jeans with black shoes. He looked remarkably smart, which pleased Amy. 'What's going on with him?' Rory asked. Amy sighed, shaking her head. 'I don't know, he has been sat there for over half an hour. He won't tell me what's wrong. He doesn't even want to go anywhere.' Rory immediately knew there was something wrong then. The Doctor always wanted to go travelling, usually ending up somewhere he shouldn't. This just wasn't like him. The Doctor buried his head in his knees. He wanted to block out everything, block out the memories from long ago which made him so sad. He was fighting against his own mind for sanity.
Amy unhooked herself from Rory's grip. She'd had enough. This wasn't like him, and she was going to find out what was wrong. She began to walk down the stairs. Rory called after her – 'Amy! Don't...' but she didn't listen. She walked over to the Doctor, and crouched in front of him. She placed her hand on his knee comfortingly. He lifted his head, part of his dark brown hair fell over his eyes. She moved it aside, and wiped a tear away that was rolling down his cheek. He had been silently crying without anyone knowing. 'Doctor, what's wrong?' She said, he voice not much louder than a whisper. Rory came down the stairs and kneeled next to Amy. He looked at the Doctor sympathetically.
The Doctor looked at them both. 'Today, the date. It's just, very sad for me,' he explained. Amy looked at him slightly confused, beckoning him to tell more with her eyes. 'Today is... today is the day that my wife died', he whispered. Another tear rolled down his face. Amy and Rory looked at each other in puzzlement. His wife?