"I'm telling you this is the wrong hall!" Rory said looking behind him

"How do you know they all look the same!" Amy retorted not looking back at him.

"The swimming pool was not this far away from our room."

"how do you remember we haven't been there in months."

"Why don't you ever believe me." He sighed.

"It was down the hall third door on the right wasn't it…" she stopped. "we passed the first one about five minutes ago. This is number two so it should be…" she walked another bit down. "here!" she turned to him grinning. "Come on. Say it." she taunted as she opened the door. they both looked in and Rory smiled.

"Ok. I told you so." She turned to him frowning.

"Oh shut up." She looked back into the room. "Whose room is this." She said walking in. It was a bedroom. And a messy one at that. "This is bigger then ours." She crossed her arms.

"You don't think this is… his room do you." Rory asked. Amy bent down and picked up a pink tank top. "Unless he's been having visitors. I really hope not."

Rory looked at the dresser covered in make up.

"Ya maybe you're right." He nodded. Amy wandered to the other side of the room and picked up a large black leather jacket. She frowned at it slightly. Nothing in this room added up.

"this is a guys..."

"You know it looks like this place hasn't been touched in months. But there's no dust or anything."

"this room is creepy. That's what it is." Amy said picking up a purple top from the floor.

"Wonder who these people are." Rory picked up a picture frame from the bedside locker. Two blonde women smiled out from the picture. One older then the other.

"Don't recognise them. What about the other one." Amy pointed to a frame that was face down on the same dresser. He picked it up.

"It's that girl again. with some man." He looked down at the two. He was grinning and she was kissing his cheek. He was a young enough man. Tall brown hair, thin face. Black glasses. "They must be friends of his." He passed her the picture.

"he… his eyes look familiar." She said.

"You know him?" just then the door flew open.

"What are you two doing in here!" The Doctor said looking from one to the other.

"We…" Rory started.

"What are you doing!" his voice rose slightly.

"Don't shout at us! We got lost."

"so… so you decided to go through all the stuff in the room."

"We were just wondering what room this was." Rory said.

"you need to get out. Please. No one should be in here." He pushed his hair back and stepped back to let them out.

"Who's bedroom is this." Amy said stepping towards him. She held out the photo. "who are these people. Did they travel with you too? Did you just drop them home one day. Leaving all their things here like some sick reminder." She stood hand on hip, he silently took the picture and bit his lip.

"You shouldn't have come in here." He whispered.

"Who's room is this doctor." Amy stepped closer again.

"Amy let's go." Rory said. He could see how much the doctor was hurting.

"No I…" he stepped towards her and took her arm.

"Leave it. Come on." He pulled her out of the room.

The doctor sat on the edge of the big bed. Staring at the picture in his hands. He'd only been in this room twice. Once when she'd fallen asleep in the control room and he'd carried her and put her to bed. And the second time was just after he'd lost her. After he'd dropped Donna off. He'd come in and sat on this same bed and let himself cry. But not since. No one had been in here since. The Tardis kept it dust free. Her mess was still everywhere. He could still even smell her. As if she'd just popped out for a second. But four years on and she was never going to come back.

He put the picture back down, face down as he'd left it. He stood up and walked out of the room. Once again shoving that face out of his mind. Like he had the second he regenerated.

/ / / / / /

"Don't you think it's odd?" Amy said. Sitting down on their bed.

"What?" Rory sat on a chair with a sandwich.

"What do you mean what! How could you have forgotten already!"

"Oh the room. I don't think it matters."

"If it didn't matter he wouldn't gave gotten angry with us."

"I don't think he was angry at us. Just angry."

"At the room?" Amy rose her eyebrows.

"well… ya." He shrugged.

"Don't be stupid." She shook her head. "He was angry we disturbed the room."

"we'll that's ok I mean this is his house. I think we forget that some times."

"He can't not give us a reason though. All those horror stories there's always a room that's out of bounds and that's the room that everyone dies in!"

"Only when they're stupid enough to go looking in the room after being told, or asked, not to." Rory kissed her forehead. "Now I'm going to bed."

"I'm going for a walk."

"Don't you dare go back into that room!" Rory called after her.

she just closed the door and kept walking.

/ / / / /

She walked out to the control room and found him looking at multiple screens and pushing various buttons. As always.

"Do you ever sleep" she asked. He didn't even look over.

"Every now and then." He shrugged. She sat down on the armchair by the railing.

"I'm sorry about earlier." She said after a few minutes of silence.

"About what… oh right yes… same." He nodded.

"But…" she shifted in her chair. "…I know that man. I recognise him. How?"

he stopped and turned to her.

"You know him. But you don't know him. He would be a complete stranger to you. But you'd know him more then most." He froze with his hands out in the air. "No. no you wouldn't actually. That was a very different man. I barely know him. He died more then most. Or maybe I just want him to have. I don't want to remember him. He was a broken man at the end. But you wouldn't know him."

She just looked at him. Let him finish his rant.

"But I know him. " the Doctor spun round and brought his face right up to hers.

"You know me. I am him." That's what she'd recognised. The eyes. Different colour but the same eyes.

"You…"

"He's the last me. A completely different man. But me."

"Like a twin…" she asked slowly.

"No that man was literally me. My tenth reincarnation."

"The regeneration thing River spoke about."

"Exactly."

"So… who's she." He was still two inches from her face. But he didn't even flinch. "was she his… your… me."

"no. She was his everything." he looked at her for a minute then jerked away. "You should get some sleep. Busy day tomorrow." She realised she'd gotten all that she could from him so she just nodded and left in silence.

/ / / / / /

He sighed and leaned on the console. He told her too much. More then he'd ever intended to. She should never have seen that room. Seen his picture. He knew he'd have to tell her eventually. She was his Pond. She'd just have to find out.

/ / / / / /

"Rory." She shoved him. "Wake up stupid." She shoved harder.

"Wo… what!" he shot up.

"I found out who the man was." She said slapping his arm.

"Don't hit me. Who is it."

"He was him! That's the doctor." She said sitting up in the bed. "That was him before he was out doctor! His tenth reincarnation or something. But it was him."

"And she…"

"I still don't know. All he said was she was his everything." She sat back down.

"That's awful…."

"where is she now." Rory asked.

"he didn't say…"

"You don't think she d…"

"I hope not." She looked up at him. "Do you think were just replacements."

"No Amy! I think we don't know the full story."

"I have to find out."

/ / / / / /

"But he's not you!" she said holding back a sob. There was tears flowing down her face.

"He needs you. That's very me."

His head shot up. He hadn't seen that scene for years. That tear soaked faced hadn't been in his mind for years either. This regeneration had somehow escaped her. until now.