The Doctor held the phone away from his face, placing a hand over the receiver,

"I'm sorry but I think it is time to say good bye." His mind contradicted his mouth, 'Stay, please stay! Don't let me be alone. Please. Not again.' His thoughts screamed at him.

"Yeah, do you think it's good bye? I think it's good bye." Amy replied, looking at him, then she wrenched open the TARDIS doors,

"GOOD BYE!" She cried out to the world, with Rory right behind her. Then she closed the doors and looked at the Doctor expectantly. He smiled, happily and contentedly,

"We're on our way." He said before he hung up. He was so happy, happy his friends would stay, happy he had someone he could rely on, happy Amy and Rory were standing there with him, ready to take on the Universe. And then his thoughts turned to River Song. Who was she, and fear chilled him, he mentally shivered. The Doctor didn't know if he wanted to find out. What had she said? That he would find out soon? Hopefully not too soon. He was happy as he was, right now, with his friends. This was how he wanted things to stay. Forever. Captured in time. He can run, maybe he can run and never have to face her. It's a nice thought, but he knows that it is nearly impossible. Carpe Diem. Seize the day. Hadn't he invented that? Live in the moment. Carpe Diem.

"GERONIMO!"