A/N Spoilers (sweetie) up to the Pandorica Opens/The Big Bang plus mentions of the Silence.

The Doctor's first priority was Amy. He had to know the reason behind her reaction. So, logically, he strode over to where she sat and pulled up a chair. She regarded him with wary eyes.

"Hello, Amy"

"H-How do you know my name?"

"Amy, it's me, The Doctor. Amy, please tell me you remember!"

She reached out to touch his face. In awe, she ran her hand down his jaw, tracing his chin. "You're real. How are you real?!" Amy blinked back tears.

"Of course I'm real. Don't you remember? We traveled the stars, you and me- and Rory, too. Please tell me you remember."

"The doctors said you weren't real. They shoved me full of dreadful medication and when I still insisted you were real, they locked me away here! I've been here for two years, Raggedy Doctor. I lost two years of my life because of you! I've spent my whole life suffering for a madman in his blue box who promised me 5 minutes but never came back! And now you are here- fifteen years and a living hell too late!"

That put them in the year 2011. Apparently, his nurse was a bit behind the times, the Doctor thought absently. He sighed, and placed Amy's hands in his. She flinched, but did not pull away. "Oh, Amy, he murmured. This was not supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen. We saved the Starship UK. We survived the Weeping Angels at the Byzantium crash. We met Winston Churchill and you flirted with Vincent Van Gogh. You were trapped in the Pandorica, and Rory waited 2,000 years for you, you know. He was known as The Last Centurion. But the universe was dying, so I sacrificed myself bringing it back, but you saved me. All you had to do was remember, and there I was, at your wedding. And something went very, very wrong. Something altered the timeline. And here, now, all you've done is suffer, isn't it?"

The tears flowed freely now, and Amy nodded. She allowed her Raggedy Doctor to pull her into an embrace, her head resting on his shoulders. Unfortunately, this garnered the attention of a nurse, who bustled over and chastised the Doctor "Mr. Smith"; she called him, for his lack of boundaries.

Reluctantly, the Doctor pulled away from Amy. He looked at her sadly. "I will fix this, I promise. You will not have to suffer any more if I have anything to do with it. Now, my memory has been tampered with. I don't know how I ended up here. Last thing I remember, I was traveling with you! So, what do you know about how I got here?"

"I don't know much, but I will tell you what I do know. You came in last night, screaming. 'The Silence are everywhere', whatever that means. You were covered in tally marks." The nurses drugged you up, hosed you down, and took you into your room. And, judging by the state of your wrists, they restrained you."

The Doctor frowned. "The Silence" sounded very familiar, but he couldn't place how. Most troubling was the fact that nothing Amy said jogged his memory. Just then, a burly male nurse with an impressively long beard informed the patients that it was time to line up to go to the cafeteria for lunch.

"We aren't elementary students", the Doctor complained to Amy, indignant.

"That's hardly the worst part of lunch"' she smirked. "The food is revolting!"

The Doctor allowed himself a small smile. Despite what Amy had gone through, despite whatever was tampering with his memory, here they were, making jokes. They stood near the back of the godforsaken line, which began to move forward, out of the building.

The cafeteria smelled of rotten eggs. Amy grabbed a tray, and allowed the attendants to pile gross-looking food onto it. The Doctor followed suit. Amy retrieved a paper cup and headed over to the soda machine, filling it with Diet Coke. At least the place had a soda machine. The Doctor was ecstatic to see that they had orange soda. The idea of soda with orange flavor was almost as amazing as beds with ladders! He sat down with Amy at a vacant table far from the nurses. He hoped the food wasn't too horrid today, because he was unusually ravenous, most likely from the perphenazine he had been forced to ingest. Unfortunately, it was inedible. Amy agreed, so they made do with their sodas.

"I have to ask, what is your real name? It's not Raggedy Doctor, obviously, and the nurse called you Mr. Smith"

"I'm a Time Lord, an alien, the last of my kind. Time Lords only reveal their names to their spouses, so we called each other by titles instead. I go by the Doctor, still. I call myself John Smith, when I need to pass as human."

"You're an alien? You look human enough to me, aside from that chin. I would expect an alien to look a bit more…Exotic.

"Actually, you look Time Lord. We came first."

"So, Doctor, you told me we did all these impossible things, traveling through time and space. If all those things really happened, how have I been here for two years?"

"I'm still trying to figure that part out. Though whatever it is, it created and is sustaining this paradox. In other words, it's very bad and very powerful."