"What are you doing?" Young Amy Pond asked the man in the dark cloak, who was standing in the corner of her bedroom looking out at the night sky. "Mister." She snapped, watching as he turned around.
"How old are you now?" He asked calmly, walking over to sit on the edge of her bed.
She wrapped her arms around her legs and pulled them towards her chest. "Nine."
"You were seven just yesterday." He smiled at her and reached for her hand.
Amelia pulled back and gulped nervously, "you're wrong. That was a long while ago. You've been here for a long while."
The man nodded and stood back up, glaring down at the redheaded child. "And you just think you can pull away like that? Two years! Two years of my life and you pull away!" He yelled and smacked his hand against the wall. "And with all of these toys you make." He spit out the words and picked up the paper TARDIS on the table. With his other hand, he received a handmade doll of the Doctor. "No wonder this town thinks you're mad. You are."
"He's real," Amelia protested and attempted to snatch the toys from his hands. He yanked back seconds before she reached them and smirked. "Please."
"Tell me he isn't real."
"But he is!" Amelia cried out louder, hoping to catch the attention of her aunt.
"Tell me!" He screamed, bending down in his usual fashion to meet her at eye level.
Amelia shook her head, "I can't. He's real."
He stood up and laughed; a laugh that would send chills down any person's spine. Besides Amelia's, because she had spent two years with this man. And this man had his bad times and his good times. This wasn't a pleasant time. "You," he muttered, "you need to learn that not every dream is real. You never met him. 'The Doctor' isn't real."
Amelia felt her eyes moisten and her cheeks heat up. She was going to cry. No crying, Amelia! Don't you ever let him make you cry, a voice said in her head. A voice that sounded so familiar, yet so foreign. Rory. Where's Rory? He was supposed to be here.
"Where's Rory?" She asked, looking up at the man.
He smiled, "not here. So take a guess." He turned away from her and walked out the door, leaving her to her dangerous ideas.
And he knew what feeling he left her with. The one of worry, fear... desperation. Just like he felt when he cowardly ran from the war. But that won't happen again. He'd defeat the man of Amelia's dreams and take over the universe. He'd try until he comes out victorious. This time, there was no giving into the Doctor. There was no mercy.