I see her. I can see her face and freckles on her pale skin. Such beautiful, happy girl.
"Amelia…" My little Amy Pond was standing in front of me. I could touch her. My fingers in her ginger hair and her hand on my cheek. Gently. Slightly. In one moment I remembered Rose Tyler. Her smile. Martha and Donna. They were so brave women… and Amelia. My family. My past. I remember Clara of course. My future. The impossible girl, but Amy was special. She is special all the time.
"Raggedy man…" She said. Her voice was quiet. The first face this face saw.
"Goodbye." She whispered. I had to reconcile that I'm leaving. I don't wanna go. I don't wanna lose myself. I will always remember when the Doctor was me.
It's time to let go.
So geronimo.
