"Alive." Says the TARDIS, and then the Doctor kisses her, and it's a 'hello', a 'goodbye' and an 'I love you' all rolled into one, and they're kissing as though the end is coming and for the TARDIS' speaking time, it is. And she's hoping that he'll never forget the time they talked and he's promising he never will, all the while kissing slowly, lovingly. And then they break the kiss, and they're both crying and Amy can't look any more because it's so sad and Rory holds her, even while tears are running down his cheeks. And then the Doctor tells the TARDIS to let the body go, and she does, and then there's nobody there anymore. And then the Doctor leaves.
Two days later, the Doctor hasn't emerged from his room, so Amy and Rory go looking for him, Amy carrying tea and Rory a packet of Jammy Dodgers. They find his room, the TARDIS directing them, and Amy knocks.
"Come in," the Doctor's voice is weak, as though he hasn't used it, and Amy's scared now because her Raggedy Doctor has never been like this before (with her, anyway), so she opens the door. The Doctor's room is the very definition of the words 'organised chaos'. It's huge, bigger then Amy and Rory's room twice over, and there's several things she notices. It's dark, not a light coloured room she'd always thought him to have, but no colours at all, just the TARDIS' natural state, and there's a great many beds, from hammocks to bunk-beds, and the chairs are bean bags and big purple hands and all sorts of weird and wonderful things. There's a photo of a red-haired girl, not her, older, and, she thinks spitefully, not as pretty, but then she notices the life that this girl has in her eyes and suddenly her beauty pales in comparison. There are other pictures, a brown-haired, brown-eyed man in a pinstriped suit with a blonde girl, and then an ebony-skinned girl, and then the same red-haired girl as she'd seen in the photo, and there's some of her and the Doctor, and there's more of just the Doctor, and other men she doesn't recognise with people she doesn't recognise. And then there's the random things lying about: a jacket, a pair of glasses, a giant 'C' that she's not sure where it came from, and more, even a bit of a Dalek, she notices. "Amy? Rory?" says the Doctor, who's laying on a hammock, staring at nothing. He's wearing the same clothes as usual, but for some reason they look less vibrant, less...Doctor-y.
"Doctor," greets Amy. "We brought you some tea and Jammy Dodgers."
"Thanks, Pond," he smiles at her, "Thanks, Rory." He takes the huge mug (brown with white stripes) and a biscuit. Taking a slurp of the tea, and dipping in his biscuit, he tucks in.
"So..." Rory says awkwardly, after about a minute of silence broken only by the Doctor's chomp, slurp, chomp, slurp routine.
"So, are you okay?" Amy asks.
"Who, me? Yes, I'm fine," he says with a slight smile, but his red eyes tell a different story.
"No, you're not," Amy says, and he smiles at her.
"Okay, I'm not, but I will be," he says, and jumps up and hugs them both. And then he takes off out of the room and back to the control centre and soon they're talking about bunk-beds in Amy and Rory's room, and they're back to normal...Or pretty much, anyway.
As soon as they're gone, the Doctor asks if she can hear him. And she replies.
