His feet were heavy as he walked the lonely corridors. The lights were dimmer, and the sounds were more muffled then usual. He placed a hand along the walls, feeling that the Tardis is also in mourning. His fingers clung to the wall, a motion that has, unfortunately, become a habit over the years.
He walked into their room, head bowed. He didn't want to look around their sanctuary. Their other home. But he had to. It was... the way it was. He inhaled deeply, and then slowly raised his head. He looked around the room, rather more neat then it had been in the past, but, they hadn't been travelling with him as much as they had before.
He walked over to their bed and sat down, his soul feeling as heavy as his hearts did. He wiped the tears from his eyes, and slowly looked around. He only needed to find two things, and then the Tardis would get to gathering up their room.
He walked over to the dresser, knick-knacks, random jewelry, some photos... Then he saw it. The necklace she wore on their wedding day. A small little apple. He smiled at that, remembering how, when she was a little girl, she had given him a apple that she had carved a little face into. He picked up the necklace, slowly untangling it from another, and then looked for another memento.
Next to the bed, he found what he was looking for; The pocket first aid kit. He held the two together, and looked around the room one more time. He sighed a shaky breath, and wiped another set of tears from his eyes, as he left the room. The door closed behind him, and he knew, that if he turned around, the door and the room would no longer be there.
He hung his head as he slowly walked down the corridors. His mind played over and over the times they had shared, the first time they had met, the way her laugh would light up a room. The way her husband had cared for her, watched over her, protected her. The adventures, the fun, the fear... the danger... and all the times Rory had died... and all the times Amy's heart broke...
Before he knew it, he was down the end of the corridor, standing in front of the door that was a wall. "Open it," he said, his voice barely a whisper. The Tardis, as usual, disregarded the command. She hates this place. This one place he needs, but she never wants him to enter. "Open it," he said much louder, and with a mad man's conviction.
The wall slid aside, and the dark hallway was before him. As usual, the lights that were within barely lit. He didn't need lights to know where he was going. The Hall of Memories was a long, dark hall, that branched out every few feet to another hall. The walls, floor and ceiling were black, and busts and memorials were all throughout the hall. He walked down the main hall, passing the busts of past companions... No. Past friends. He got to the end, where he had been not to long ago, when he had been here to memorialize Sarah Jane Smith.
He stood in front of her bust, a hand caressed her cheek in memory. He then sighed as he turned to move a few more feet down, and stood in front of their Memorial. The Ponds. He set the first Aid Kit on the shelf that held their two busts, and then he carefully placed her necklace around the neck of her stone facsimile. He leaned forward then, placing his forehead up against hers. Tears flowed freely, but he didn't give a damn.
He finally pulled away, and began the slow walk back out of the Hall. Before the Hall closed completely behind him, he whispered, "Goodbye Ponds."