"I know a planet", said the doctor, "made entirely of honeycomb." He didn't realise Amy had crept out the room. "Giant bees – they go through the universe begging for sugar. They have stings but they don't use them. And they're furry. You can ride on them. Not at all like that race of giant wasps – inspired Agatha Christie. The bees are endangered now – people hunted them and killed them for rugs. A real shame. Amy. Amy?"
Amy had crept back in the room. Pale. Shoulders hunched. Not right. Not Amy!
"Hey," the doctor took her by her shoulders and brought his face close to hers and spoke gently. "I know what time travel can do. It can give you nightmares and it can even make you physically ill. You must try t…"
"A baby."
The doctor blinked. "What did you say?"
"I ran a scan. I was…having some sickness. I felt like…" She gulped. "…I'm pregnant". Her hand crept to her mouth. "I can't have kids. I'm just not that kind of person. I'm not ready. I'm only twenty-one."
There was a long, long pause. Then, "Are you absolutely sure about this Amy, I mean, you could be wrong…"
"No, I'm sure."
The Doctor then turned away. "Fine, wonderful." It wasn't warm. It wasn't congratulatory. It was, if anything, vulnerable.
"Are you going to throw me off the tardis?"
"No, but you'll go anyway" he replied, tersely. She waited. Then, into the electric silence: "They always go. They fall in love, they grow tired of it – of me…they still want to make a difference, just with someone else. Then they forget me." She saw tears shining in his eyes, but he brushed them away with a violent sweep of his hand that left a thin track of pink snaking across the bridge of his nose.
He brought his face close to hers.
"Do you know how much you all break my heart?" he spat at her.
She spoke softly at his face, between gritted teeth, "You know I have nowhere else to go. Rory was everything and he's gone." She began to advance, finger pointing accusingly at the Doctor, her voice rising in an uncontrollable crescendo. He backed away.
"It's your fault Doctor. You brought him on board. And you waited to discuss the light when he got shot. And then you forced me to leave him it's all you…it's all you it's all YOU!"
His hands flew up in the air. "Ok ok. I didn't say I was going to chuck you for the record. You can stay."
Amy sank down onto a seat, catatonic in disbelief at the situation. The Doctor was looking at her strangely. "Are you Ok?"
"Yeah, I'm always alright." Amy shrugged, looking down. The Doctor was not fooled. He pulled her reluctant frame into a tight hug. Eventually she relaxed, and then finally she clung on to him. "That phrase…I used to say that a lot." He paused. "You know what's funny?"
"What?" she mumbled into his shoulder. He stroked her hair.
"It was never true."