Amelia stepped back, tucking a red strand of hair behind her ear, and admired her work. He pouted in front of her and crossed his arms, careful to avoid the tie that hung down almost to his knees. She'd had to roll up his shirt cuffs several times over just so they wouldn't flop down over his hands and his trousers were hitched up to mid-chest. He blew some of his fringe out of his eyes to give her the full strength of his glare.
"Why did I have to dress up like this?" he asked huffily.
"Well, who else is?"she replied.
"That's not what I mean. I mean, why do you have to dress someone up like this?"
"I have to remember the Raggedy Doctor. I don't want to forget him." she answered simply.
"Oh, of course, the Raggedy Doctor!" he yelled. "It's always the Raggedy Doctor. Why can't I just be me, Amelia? Why can't it just be you and me, instead of you and the Doctor?"
"Because…"
"Go on. Say it."
"He's more interesting."
"Well, if he's so interesting, you'll never forget him will you? But I'm plain and boring, I'm just me. Does that mean you'll forget me?"
"No!"
She sighed.
"I won't forget you. No matter how boring you are," she grinned for a second before her face became serious again.
"I promise."
"Amy?" the Doctor was frowning at her concernedly under the bright lights of the TARDIS console room.
"Hmm?" she replied, not quite there.
"Are you alright?" he asked, still staring at her, looking for a sign that she was hurt or troubled.
"I'm fine, Doctor," she assured him, rolling her eyes at his concern.
He moved away to fiddle with some buttons and she unfolded herself from the jump seat. She stared up at the time rotor and watched as it took her to new and unknown places.
"I just…" she began.
"What is it?" he asked instantly, coming back around the console to her side.
"I just feel like I'm forgetting something…"