Amy left the Doctor to reminisce by himself, and went to find her husband. As she walked one of the many corridors of the TARDIS she saw a door that she hadn't seen before. Not that it wasn't unusual, there were thousands of rooms on this ship, but this door was painted pink and yellow, with flowers on the it. It wasn't a door you'd forget.

She reached out to turn the doorknob when Rory grabbed it.

"What do you think you're doing? Do you seriously want to make him more upset with your snooping abilities than he already is?" He asked her.

"Rory listen. I've never seen that kind of reaction from him before, not when you were erased from history, not when the angels were after us, never. Something about this girl has got him stuck. And I need to know what it is. He has given me all the routes to my happiness, why shouldn't I repay him? He's my best friend, through him; you were brought back to me. I want to know about her, and if he won't tell me-"

"Amy, he told you he would tell you! I heard him! You have to give him time. Not everyone wants their history out in the open. You can't go in that room," He interjected, "it has to be hers. Rose's, I mean. The TARDIS must have heard you guys talking about her."

Rory pulled on Amy's arm, and lead her back into the control room where The Doctor was. He had put the picture out of sight, and was setting the controls to their next stop; he seemed to have let the moment pass and was back to his weird, quirky self. He looked up as the pair of ponds walked in.

"Ah, Ponds right then-"

"You do realize that Amy isn't going to let this go right? She wants to know who Rose is and you know she won't stop pestering you until she gets the information. She may even try and get into Rose's old room, perhaps."

Amy shot Rory a death glare, before returning her eyes on her friend.

"That's impossible, Rose's room has been stored away. It wouldn't be out in the open. It only does that if she were to board the TARDIS, and since I don't see her waltzing about I'd say you would be incorrect."

"Well, there's a pink and yellow flowery door just down there," Amy pointed in the direction in which she came from," I haven't seen it before and it isn't a door I'd forget. And from the paling of your face, I'd say it's one you wouldn't forget either."

The Doctor didn't give her a chance to gloat farther, he raced out of the control room in the direction she had pointed, "Rory, you're in control of flying the TARDIS. DO NOT CRASH HER!" He called over his shoulder. He stopped right outside of the door, unsure if he still needed the "secret knock" they had invented to get in or if it would just open for him. Not taking any chances, he knocked three times on the door and whistled two high-pitched notes to alert his presence, and he heard the lock click.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Not knowing what to expect, he starred at the unmade bed that was before him. He looked around, taking in all the pictures she had hung on the walls of her room, he caught her smell that had been locked in.

"Whose this?" Amy asked softly, holding a picture frame.

"The guy with the hair? That's me. Well, it's me before this me. The me before you knew me. Actually, it was the first day for this me. Christmas day," He said walking over and looking at what she was holding. Rose and he had on those paper crowns. Jackie must have taken the picture during a joke, most likely at his expense, because they were mid-laugh. He could still hear hers resounding in his ears.

"She's beautiful," Amy said, "really beautiful."

"Oh Amelia, you have no idea." He whispered.

Rory came cautiously through the door and saw that his wife and friend were looking around the room. Amy had a look of curiosity, while the Doctor had a look of heartache.

The Doctor went and sat on Rose's unmade bed. At the foot of it, the closet doors were still thrown open from her quickly throwing clothes on so she could run out and see Jackie quickly. He remembered Jackie telling them about the ghosts, convinced one of them was her deceased father. That's how it started. With the Army of Ghosts.

"Army of Ghosts?" Amy asked, "What's that? A band? That'd be a great band name. Don't look at me like that. Even when you're being sentimental, you're still an idiot. You were talking out loud, not in your heard, Raggedy Man."

"Ah, yes well, that happens to me a lot, although most times I mean to talk out loud and that lot stays in my head and then no one has any idea what I'm talking about! Although, I think that has more to do with me than what I'm going on about. Anyway, yes, the Army of Ghosts actually weren't ghosts at all. They were cybermen. I don't believe you lot have had the pleasure of meeting them, although with my luck you probably will one day. That is if you're still hanging around. Which you probably will be because as dear Amelia pointed out to me earlier, this isn't the life you just give up. Why don't we walk out of here, close up this door, and have a chat in the kitchen? Yes. Sounds good." The Doctor stood up, ran his hand through his hair, straightened his bow tie, and walked swiftly out of the room his lost love once inhabited.