Amy played with her fingers, interlacing them for about a minute before she began to speak.

"Up until when I was 6, I lived in Inverness in Scotland with my Mum and Dad." She began. "So one day my parents were going out to the shops. Nothing out of the ordinary. They said they'd be back in an hour. Well that hour came and went." She looked morose and the Doctor wanted desperately to wrap his arms around her fragile shoulders but did not want to interrupt her.

She continued. "So I waited and waited and eventually I got scared so I went to my neighbour who phoned the police. We were told about the accident. Hit by a drunk driver in broad daylight." Her eyes began to sting and a tear escaped the corner of her eye. "I didn't even get to say goodbye." She sobbed.

The Doctor shifted over to her and held her tightly in his arms while she sobbed. He stroked her hair and whispered, "I'm sorry Amy, I'm so sorry."

Eventually the tears stopped but she remained wrapped in his arms as her breathing evened out. He looked at her tear streaked face and said "Look Amy, we can stop now if you like, I'm sorry for upsetting you." She shook her head though, "No it always makes me sad, it's just one of those things that even over time it's my weak point. But I'll tell you more. What do you want to know?" she asked.

He thought about it for a few seconds before asking. "So you said back in Leadworth when we first met, something about four psychiatrists?" He wasn't sure if he wanted her to answer this one as he was pretty sure he would end up feeling horrible. But to his surprise she giggled nervously.

"Um," She started through a high pitched chuckle. "Well the first two are just funny!"

"Tell me!" I encouraged her, spurred on by her laughter.

The next few chapters are going to be all about Amy and her psychiatrists. The first two will be in one chapter and the last two get a chapter each. Expect a little more hurt than comfort in the last two.