Amy couldn't see much out of the window; it was if it had fogged up when they landed. Possibly the planet's atmosphere was incredibly cloudy and thus ruined the view. Her hand subconsciously slipped down to the door's handle, her eyes still looking outside, trying to make out anything amongst the odd shapes and harsh light on the other side. Suddenly, the red haired girl felt a squeezing sensation around her hand, snapping her out of her reverie.
The Doctor was practically glaring at her. "Don't." He said simply. "I don't know what could possibly be out there and I'm not going to let you be the first to find out." He quickly took his hand off of her as Amy's fell away from the handle.
Amy's eyes bore into his, searching for some sort of answer, even a hint. She had no idea what he could be talking about. Sure they had visited plenty of planets in their short time together, but never had they done something with devastating effects. Or so she thought. Amy stepped back, crossing her arms and leaning back against the door frame, squinting slightly.
The Doctor stared back at her for a few moments before quickly turning and walking briskly up to the console, beginning to almost dance around it, pressing buttons here and pulling levels there. Amy rolled her eyes and followed him, plunking herself into one of the nearby chairs but keeping her arms folded across her chest.
"Doctor, can you at least give me a hint? I really have no idea what-"
"Oh, Amelia. I know you don't. I didn't either until-," A loud dinging noise went on for a few seconds. He stepped in front of her and pulled down a screen. "Now, of course."
She could practically hear the smile in his voice. Amy ran up beside him, trying to see over his shoulder exactly what information the screen could have.
The Doctor made sure to block her view, and adjusted himself a few times before the red head gave up and went back to her chair.
After a few minutes of blatantly staring at the screen he sighs and lets the screen slide back into its place, leaning against the console and rubbing his eyes with his forefinger and thumb he sighs heavily, and proceeds to mumble to himself.
Amy decides to try, try one more time to get something out of him.
She stands beside him once more, putting a hand on the shoulder that obscured her view a matter of minutes ago.
"Doctor? Can you please, please tell me what's going on?" She tries her best to hide the desperation and growing fear in her voice.
He shakes his head and finally pulls his hand away, staring into her eyes once again. "The whispering, Pond. The whispering. That's all they're doing now, and it's our entire fault. How could I have been so stupid?" His voice lowers as he continues to speak, but moves out of Amy's soft grasp and goes back to the TARDIS doors.
She follows behind, faithful as always. "What the bloody hell are you talking about?" This time her bubble bursts and even she can't deny that she sounds afraid.
The Doctor merely turns to her and says "Listen. Listen to it,"
Frowning, he forces open the doors of the TARDIS.
Amy is forced back a few feet up the ramp, a strong wind fighting its way into the console room through the doorframe of the police box. She shields her eyes from the blinding light of whatever planet they're on. Suddenly she's on her knees, rocking back and forth, eyes squeezed shut and hands clamped over her ears. Nothing comes out of her mouth but a blood curdling scream. She tries to tell him to shut the door, to stop, to take her somewhere else, even home; anywhere is better than this; even the stomach of a Star Whale. All Amy Pond can focus on is getting the whispering out of her head, the horrid whispering of billions of life forms saying horrible things to her, inside her mind and not planning to leave anytime soon.
When the Doctor manages to shut the door against the gale force winds, his Pond is merely curled up on the metal ramp, trying to make herself as small as possible.
Slowly she composes herself, realizing the noise and wind and light has stopped. Amy sits up, carefully, not bothering to stand up and move somewhere else. The hot salty tears sting her eyes as she tries to focus on her Raggedy Doctor, who she has never seen looking so forlorn or concerned.
"That-That's our fault?" She manages to mutter to him.
All he can do is stare blankly back at her and nod once, hundreds of ideas running through his head faster than the speed of light.