2 - Complicated

Amy heaved a puffy black parka to one side of the closet.

But where were the earmuffs?

"Sun so cold it'll freeze yours ears off." The Doctor had told her. What nonsense.

As Amy tried in vain to pull open a drawer in the back of the TARDIS wardrobe room, a coat slid off of a hanger above and onto her head.

She yelped and flailed her arms, thinking some strange alien thing had attacked her. Once she had disentangled herself she discovered that it was a long brown coat. Just a coat.

Whew.

She shook it out and held it up for inspection. It was nearly the length of her head to her ankles, from the looks of it. Definitely a male article of clothing.

But whose?

Curiosity piqued, she held it to her face, half expecting to catch a whiff of the strange scent that seemed to follow the Doctor. Peppermint and spice, with a hint -

What is that?

Amy borrowed her nose into folds of the thick fabric and inhaled sharply.

Like some sort of… hair product. A bit potent. Not suffocating, though. Hair gel?

There was something else, as well.

Like dirt… and chemicals…

Amy smiled.

Adventure…

Still another scent lingered, hovering slightly below the others.

Like sand. And salt, like the sea. Something less salty… tears.

"Doctor?" Amy called, jogging into the console room.

"Not just now." He said, waving her away with one hand. He leaned over a lit monitor. "There's a meteor shower off the Medusa Cascade. I'm mapping their coordinates. If we're lucky, we might be able…" he squinted "to catch them."

"Doctor," Amy persisted, "who's coat is this?" She held it up for him to inspect.

"Ah…" A moment later he turned away from the monitor. "Oh." He said quietly. His face became hard and blank.

Amy thought for a moment that he was about to scream, cry, or be sick - maybe all three.

"It's complicated."