"Whose this?" Amy asked, holding a picture of a blonde girl with a rather large smile. "This isn't the first time I've found a picture of her, who is she?"

"Amelia Pond, how many times must I tell you, my room is off limits? I don't go poking my nose about your things. You humans, always thinking everything has a double meaning. 'Oh The Doctor says he doesn't want me nosing through here, he obviously means it as an open invitation!'" The Doctor responded, flailing his limbs about the TARDIS.

"Yes, yes. Come off it, you know I don't listen to you. How many times has that been demonstrated to you in the past? No pony up and answer the question. Who is she? A time lady who stole your hearts years ago? No! Not a time lady, just a lady? Your mother? Sister perhaps? Doctor, TELL ME!" Amy shouted back at him.

He crossed the room and laid his hand out to his companion, with his palm facing upwards. Amy eyed him carefully, wondering if he had struck a cord of some kind. Usually their banter could go on for days without the other backing down. She placed the placed the picture in his outstretched hand.

"Amy, this girl was once a companion to me. We traveled the worlds and times together. But then, then something happened…" he started, "she was gonna travel with me for forever, and as much as I wanted her too, I couldn't let her waste her youth, her days, her years, her life with an old man like me-"

"So you left her? You just, made this decision without her? To give her a freedom she didn't want?" She cut him off, "where do you get off thinking that it would be better for her? That you weren't who she wanted to spend her youth, day, years, life with, that isn't something you get to decide, Doctor!"

"AMELIA POND. You have no idea what you're talking about. You interrupted me. You did not let me finish. You don't know what happened. You don't know what I endured when she was no longer with me. You don't know what it felt like to see that flash of light and have her gone," the Doctor yelled back. He narrowed his eyes at her, a look that had earned him the title of The Oncoming Storm, a look that would have made anyone else turn and run. But not Amy.

She took a deep breath and walked over to her friend, and wrapped her arms around him. She felt him tense up, but she wasn't going to let him go until he returned the hug.

"Rory hasn't given me permission to do this…" He started.

"I think given the conversation he would understand," she said as she let her arms falls off him," Listen, I didn't mean to fly off the handle. I was just putting myself in her place. If you were to just dump Rory and me off, when it was the last thing we wanted, we would be heart broken. I'm sure she's heartbroken. You don't just give this kind of life up."

"I think that's enough of this conversation for one day Amy. I will tell you the whole story one day. Not today, but one day. Now please, go fetch your centurion. I'm sure he's hiding in a hallway, wondering if it's time to come out and see what had us all in a tiff. "

Amy ruffled his hair, and turned her back to walk away. The Doctor looked down at the picture that was still in his hand. He starred at the girl, remembering all of their adventures and battles and jokes. His eyes started to gather tears as he remembered letting her go off with his clone, watching them share a kiss that should have belonged to him and him alone. He jumped when he heard Amy's voice cut through the silence.

"Just tell me, Doctor. What was her name?"

"Rose." He softy responded, "Rose Tyler."