September 16th, 2011

I had decided to wear my tweed jacket and my blue bow-tie. It would give an air of professionalism to the rounds that I would make today. In fact, people may think I am a consultant or a Registrar! Walking around the wards will play havoc with the corns on my feet, but my favourite matte black military boots will help me rectify this situation – even though some of the nurses might think I am a bit eccentric – which I am! As I passed through the swing doors of the hospital, I caught a look of myself in the glass. My skinny arms reflected the look of somebody who had spent too many days reading books and performing reckless, alien operations. I saw my messy ragged hair. It wasn't usually this messy, but I was in a pretty big rush. It was about time I had my hair cut! Despite the fact I was late (as always), I made up my mind to go and see Amy and see how see how she is coping after getting knocked over by a lorry whilst running in the Leadworth forest last year.

Amy was lying sullenly on her bed. She had just emerged from a deep coma and was looking quite confused and dazed…

She started mumbling 'Monster' at me and 'What are you?' as if she was expecting some sort of answer. I was stunned! Me a monster? I could hardly move, let alone breathe. Her words are paralysing me mentally – This is highly disturbing! If she was drunk, Rory would have probably found this entertaining, but she isn't. Amelia Pond is suffering from severe memory loss and I can't do anything about it unless I do something reckless once again. I asked the nurse to sedate her, relax Amelia and put her to sleep for a while longer, thinking of a way to get Amy to remember me and her spatial, exotic adventures with myself.

September 17th, 2011

Ha! Finally, I have formulated a plan! I have to make Amelia remember important memories. Playing certain sounds might trigger total reversal of her amnesia thus making her remember me! It's the only way I can rescue my Pond from this 'nightmare' or 'daydream' or whatever humans say these days.

The plan is coming together really well. This might work without endangering me or Amy, as I will have to drug her with a special memory producing recipe I learnt off of my Aunt – Well me because 'I'm worse than anyone's Aunt', says Rory. Anyhow I have to embark on a seriously dangerous journey, to get the vital ingredients for the concoction.

I won't be writing in this diary for a few weeks, because I merely won't have enough time, as I will be scouring the universe for the elements needed for the compound to save Amelia.

October 14th 2011

Hello! I'm back and well! I hadn't predicted how long this journey would take and I find I've been away for nearly a whole month. Ah, the wonders of the universe… I completed my medley of ingredients and it's time to return to Earth, to emancipate Amy from her veil of retrospection.