Amie by Damien Rice

The Doctor sat on the chair facing the TARDIS controls. He was alone. Amy had gone to set things straight with Rory – the gooseberry got a little miffed about postponing the wedding, so she had to placate him. Time only knew what she was saying to the boy, but she had this strange ability to calm people down (when she wanted to). The Doctor smiled. Amy Pond, the little girl that had given him fish custard and waited so very long for her raggedy Doctor to return... in which time she acquired a useless boyfriend. Why couldn't things ever be simple? He didn't want anything long-term, just a companion to be there and show exciting things to and share experiences with. Oh, and occasionally make him feel wanted. That always helped. He sighed and launched himself out of his chair to fiddle with the controls. Couldn't sit around moping forever. Onwards, ever onwards...