AN: This is not dad's pov, that will be the next chapter

In the morning she tried to call her dad again. He wasn't responding, so he was gone. Amelia tried not to cry when she realized, she really did. Unfortunately, her tears wasn't listening to what she wanted.

She prayed to God yet again, but then her aunt heard her, and laughed. She was an atheist, and proud of it, but so was her dad and he believed in faith, and that's what she was doing. She was relaying on her faith to fix the crack in her wall.

That's what she told her aunt, who didn't really like her dad, but it made her leave, and then Amelia wasn't feeling like praying to God anymore.

Instead she prayed to Alice, Alice in Wonderland, because she was as good as any, and Alice could solve the crack. She should be able to, anyway.

The next day, she wanted to tell her aunt about everything, but she was talking on the phone all the time, and Amelia didn't feel like waiting til her aunt was done, as she would surely talk on the phone the whole day. She knew that from experience.

Instead she watched TV, with the volume really loud so that she wouldn't have to hear her aunt's voice; it was nasal. She couldn't believe that she had wanted to tell her aunt about the crack in her wall, the especially scary crack, and the call to her dad that had been disconnected.

Amelia crossed her arms across her chest, and became Miss Grumpy, as her mum had referred to it. She missed her mum, so she also added in a sniff. Her aunt didn't notice it.

"Hey, kid, I have to go again, can you handle yourself?" her aunt asked her, and Amelia hated her aunt even more. It was her stupid fault, anyway, that she had to move from Scotland. She didn't like England, everybody spoke English here, of course, she did too, but she spoke the right English. They didn't.

"Hey, is something wrong?"

"No." Amelia concentrated on the TV. It was all very interesting, and funny. Don't forget funny.

"Can I go then?"

"Yeah."

"Amelia." Her aunt drags out her name. "You've been watching TV all day, why don't you go out and play? Or go up to your room to draw? Amelia, you can't sit in front of the TV all day."

"You talk on the phone the whole day."

The show's getting boring, maybe she should change channels?

"Amelia!" Her aunt grabs the remote and the TV is shut off.

Amelia walks up to her room, and to honor the memory of her father's death, no, not death, gone missing, draws a drawing of him.

She's at least about to, when she spots one of her old drawings. Santa. She'd found a solution to the problem.

She could pray to Santa that the crack in her wall would disappear, the especially scary crack that did scare her, and that her dad would come back.

So that's what she did, after her aunt had gone off and she had tried to call her dad again then the Doctor crashed and the crack disappeared, but he left her behind.

Amelia was not that happy, she wanted a cricket bat and hoped that she would get it... if only the adults believed her.

Well, they were stupid and rubbish at believing anyway.

AN: What do you think?