We're all stories in the end; just make it a good one, eh?"

Somehow on this certain night in this year long before she should even be alive, Amelia knew that somewhere in all of space and time the Doctor was in grave danger.

The doctor, that silly old man prancing into her kitchen insulting food as he ate, beans are evil and apples are rubbish as they always will be, until finally deciding that he needed fish fingers and custards. Then of course 5 minutes slowly turned into 12 years.

Raggedy man, her raggedy man; her imaginary friend that no one would believe was real. The man who tried anything he could to fix a problem with an adjustment of his stupid bowtie and a short little glare as a plan formed in his little alien brain. The man who fell in love with her daughter, despite her being raised as a psychopath trained to kill him.

Doctor, her doctor; the silly old Time Lord who stole a TARDIS just so he could see the universe, the silly old time lord who fell into depression once the ones he cared for were gone, Amy and Rory now stuck in the past for good, River dead and stuck in a library's database.

Yet on that particular night, Amelia Pond-Williams crawled into bed next to her already sleeping husband and she just knew. She just knew that her doctor was in deep trouble, maybe it was the way that the stars twinkling their light not shining as bright anymore. The hero of worlds was fading, regenerating.

Amy stared up at the stars the memories of her doctor flowing through her brain. "Come Along Pond!" Tears were beginning to fall down her face. "Bowties are cool" She reached over to the little nightstand next to her bed and gripped the red bowtie she made Rory wear in fancy occasions.

The angels may have gotten her and Rory, but she wasn't about to let her doctor, her raggedy man leave the world without her saying goodbye.

"Raggedy man," Amy whispered, closing her eyes and letting the tears fall down her face freely. She imagined herself standing there holding his face tenderly as she stared into his big sad eyes. "Good night,"

You clumsy baby giraffe, never forget your wonderful memories and fans from your wonderful time at doctor who, because we will never forget you. So just run, run you clever boy and remember us.

~The Whovians