So I guess we all have that part of us that wonders about what happened in the twelve years Amy waited, like what her psychiatrists were like or how she and Rory's relationship came to be... I've only just started watching Season Five, so please forgive me if I make any factual errors. Also, this will probably be updated slowly, due to the joys of my Junior Cert -_- Anyway, please read and review! :)
"Amelia." Her voice is soft. "Do you know what you're doing here?"
"No," I lie. My voice sounds so small in this big, quiet room.
"Your aunt tells me you have a friend that you're always talking about. A man, she says," Dr. Roberts explains. She knows more than I thought. I decide it's best to just tell the truth.
"I do. He's a bit raggedy, my friend. A raggedy man," I tell her.
"And when did you meet this 'raggedy man'?"
"A few months ago. My aunt was out, and I was still awake because the crack in my wall was scaring me. He crashed into my garden in a big, blue box." I regret giving away that much information as soon as the words have left my mouth.
"A blue box?" Dr. Roberts asks.
"Yeah," I reply quietly. "I thought he was a policeman at first," I admit. "The box said he was. It said 'Police Public Call Box'. I'd never seen one before. I haven't seen one since, either. Do the police use call boxes? What are they for?" I wonder aloud. She takes a moment to reply.
"No, Amelia, not anymore. They used to, a long time ago."
"How long?" I question, curious.
"They used them about sixty years ago." I wasn't expecting it to be that long!
"Sixty years?!" I gasp. "Wow!"
"Indeed," Dr. Roberts says monotonously. "Back to why you're here," she continues. "Your friend."
"What about him?" I ask suspiciously.
"Well, why don't you tell me a bit more about him?" Her tone is suddenly more friendly than before.
"I don't know very much about him, miss," I admit sheepishly. "Though he's a very picky eater, I know that."
"What else? Has he got a name?" I pause before answering, wondering whether I should tell her.
"His name is the Doctor," I say eventually.
"The Doctor..." she repeats quietly. "I see," she says. "Do you have any other friends, or is it just the Doctor?"
"Well, I have other friends at school. But the Doctor is the only grown-up friend I have."
"Did the Doctor have any friends with him?"
"No. He was alone. I wanted to go with him, but he said it was too dangerous," I sigh. He said he'd be back in five minutes. Where is he? I don't know where he could have gotten to. Five minutes is what he said. It's been two months, and he still isn't back. I want to go with him when he comes this time, I want to see how he knows all those strange things about the crack and who's in it...
"Amelia?" Dr. Roberts's voice pulls me out of my daydream.
"Sorry," I mutter.
"Did you hear what I was saying?" she asks, somewhat impatient.
"You were asking if the Doctor had any friends with him."
"Yes, but then I asked if there was anyone at all he knew. Friends or bad people."
"Prisoner zero," I say immediately. The words tumble uncontrollably out of my mouth. "Prisoner zero has escaped. That's what the crack said. I think the Doctor is going to help me find out who that is, when he comes back."
"The Doctor is coming back, then?" she enquires, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course he is. The raggedy Doctor promised he'd be back," I tell her confidently.
"I see," she says again. There is an awkward silence for a moment.
"Can I go now, miss?" I ask. She sighs.
"Yes, Amelia, I suppose you can. I'll see you next week."
"Alright then," I reply. I get up from the squishy chair in Dr. Roberts's room and walk towards the door. I turn around before I leave.
"Thank you," I say.
"No problem," she replies, finally smiling. I return her smile and then leave the room.