The enemy of my enemy...
"So where to now, Raggedy Man?" asked Amy as she span around on the TARDIS chair.
"I'm taking you home." replied the Doctor as he flicked, twisted and pulled on the TARDIS control panel. The Doctor had changed since his time in the Asylum, he was much less 'fun', and Amy didn't like that. She didn't like that at all. She could understand he was sad that he couldn't save his 'Soufflé Girl' but there was something deeper, something darker, that was troubling him this time.
"I hope you had fun on Almatron 7, but Rory has already gone home and it's time for you to go too. I don't want to lose y-." The Doctor suddenly stopped, he had said too much. He turned around to see Amy looking at him, with an inquisitive expression on her face.
"Finish it," whispered Amy, slowly moving closer towards the Doctor, "Go on."
"No, I can't..I just..." the Doctor stammered, hoping the TARDIS would receive a distress call or suddenly land.
A single tear slowly rolled down his face.
"I'm here for you," Amy wrapped her arms around him, feeling his hearts slowly beating in time with her own; "I'm here."
"Thank you Pond, I needed that." whispered the Doctor, enclosing her within his grasp.
Suddenly, a bright red light began to flash on the TARDIS control panel and the Doctor had to pull away from Amy as he dashed towards the monitor. "She's received a distress signal!" shouted the Doctor, frantically punching in the co-ordinates from the screen into the control panel. "And it's from earth!"