He avoids his eyes, staring at his feet. The police box behind him is the only thing holding him up. He looks like he just wants to drop to the ground and start crying. Brian feels a sinking feeling in his heart, as he watches the Time Lord. Rory and Amy don't leave that big blue box. And deep down he knows, they never again will.

"I'm sorry." The Doctor says. The two words dig into his heart like a knife.

"There not- You promised." Brian responds, stumbling over his own words. He can't think clearly. He never even dreamed of outliving his son. He never wanted to.

The Doctor looks at him, and Brian sees his eyes. The eyes of the ageless god with a face like a twelve year old. The eyes of the Lone Protector of the universe. The eyes of a man who will never forget. The eyes of a man with so much sorrow in his heart.

"What happened?" The anger in his voice is gone. The Time Lord sighs, and watches him for a second.

"Every story has a beginning, middle, and an end. But not necessarily in that order. Where do you want to start?"

"The beginning." Brian responds after a few seconds. His daughter-in-laws best friend nods.

"I first met Amy when she was seven years old. It was right after my regeneration, right after I cheated death, that the TARDIS crashed into her backyard," He raps his hand against the time machine. "I tried to fix it by taking it five minutes into the future. It took me twelve years later in her time zone. There I met Rory. Two years later I came back and took Amy on an adventure." A faint smile appears on his lips. It's quickly dropped.

"Then Rory joined the crew. We fought pirates, saved the earth from Daleks, and saved the universe from itself. We locked Hitler in a cupboard, stopped cyborgs, and saved the Earth from cubes. Rory was erased from existence, but we saved him. Amy was 36 years older, but we brought her back. They had a child, and she grew up to be amazing. It was beautiful. Then… we went to Manhattan."

"What happened?" Brian repeats. The Doctor looks at him, digging into him with those mad, ruined eyes.

"Rory was transported to 1938 by the Weeping Angels, a race of aliens that can only move when they're not being looked at and can transport you by in time. We followed him, and destroyed many of them. Then they took him. I don't know where he was, but Amy followed him. Rory lived until he was 82, and Amy until she was 87."

"They can't be… They're not."

"I'm sorry."

"You're joking right? Where are they?"

"New York City, at an undeterminable date." Brian drops into a chair, and places his head in his hands. He wonders if the Doctor knows his pain. If he knows what's it's like to lose his son.

He doesn't hear the sound of the TARDIS dematerializing. He doesn't blame the Doctor. He never would. He blamed himself.

And he'd never know that inside a big blue box, a mad man who'd lost everything was feeling the exact same as he was. The Raggedy Man who would never see his best friends again. His only comfort, a machine. And the memories of everything that he'd lost fresh in his mind as if he was reliving them all over again.

R.I.P. Amy and Rory Pond.