The Doctor was in one of his brooding moods once again. It was after another harrowing adventure Clara and himself had barely scraped by from. Clara was asleep in her bedroom, safe and sound. He sat on the edge of his bed, his heart heavy from all the terror he had seen in this universe.
The TARDIS sent him comforting thoughts, and a plate of jammy dodgers and a glass of milk appeared on his bedside table.
He noticed and grabbed one of the delicious pastries, "Old girl, you always know how to make the pain ease," he said with a sniff.
In the link between the two, she seemed to be thinking for a bit. She asked him if he felt guilty.
"Of course I do, always do. I'm the Oncoming Storm, Destroyer of Worlds, and all those names. I loose people, and it's always my fault," he responded, voice deadpan.
The wonderful time ship asked him if she could show him something that might help with the pain.
He smiled sadly, "If you think it will help, dear."
There was a static noise, and before him stood his beautiful ginger Amelia Pond and her handsome faithful husband Rory Williams.
He stood up when his ship warned him not to touch her, that she was a psychic echo.
Amy smiled at the Time Lord. She seemed happy, holding her husband's hand, "Hello, Doctor."
"Amy," he responded, the pain in his voice evident.
"You're not traveling alone are you?" she asked, her brow furrowed in concern.
"No, I found someone to travel with, clever girl, very quick," he responded quickly.
"Good," she said.
Before he could catch the words, they came tumbling out of his mouth, "Amelia Pond, I am so sorry. For everything...I got it all wrong with you. I-"
"You were my best friend, Doctor. You helped me find my courage to marry Rory. You helped me find my parents again. You took me on adventures that no one else in my whole lifetime would ever be able to say they've been on. I treasure every moment we had together, my Raggedy Doctor," she said with a laugh, so full of mirth.
"Amy, I am so sorry for all the mistakes I've made," the lonely Time Lord whispered, the pain oh so evident in his voice.
"Its okay, Doctor. We forgave you a long time ago. Just, promise me you won't be alone," she said, and with that, her image faded.
He sat back on his bed, tired, alone, and sad. But somewhere, in the very depths of his conscious, he felt a little better.