"I am so old."

Amy couldn't count all the times when she had heard the Doctor uttered that phrase. Every time she saw him say it, the lines on his face seemed to become deeper and more define. Sometimes she could see his shoulders sag, almost as if the weight of the world were upon them. Although, considering what he had done and what he has to do, it wouldn't surprise her if he did.

Many times, under the right light, she could see him as an old friendly man that has lived through just a touch too much. And whenever he does look like it, all she wanted to do was drape a blanket across him and give him a hug. He was lonely and she could see it as clear as day. A lonely old man. But then, he'd jump right back up as if he hadn't spoken the simple truth and that no one knew better. Because no one did.