"And that's my cue." Astrid said sprinting to the church where the Doctor awaited, Amy following close behind her. The Doctor wasn't hurt, that crash was just glass. Maybe she changed things, but not for the worst. She liked to think that perhaps she was changing it for the better. The Doctor would be fine, he was a grown man after all, her being here would not kill the timelord, more like it would kill her from trying to keep the timelord from doing something stupid. He may be a grown man but he was certainly not capable of thinking of smart ideas. Most of his plans had flaws, and most of those plans weren't even plans, just 'things' as he liked to call them. If one of his plans failed he needed a backup plan, but the poor man didn't take those into account when he was thinking. It was usually, figure out what's behind problem, run, sonic something, and then save the world. Well, now that she was here it was going to be a lot different. She had been close to death before and if something else weird changed because of her being here she needed a backup plan in case the Doctor's plan didn't work out. Well, she had one now and he was not going to like it.

"Sup, how ya doing?" She asked the Doctor, who had now ran straight up to them. She knew he wasn't doing well. She understood the Doctor and she understood him well. Right now he was probably thinking of a way out. A plan that involved lots of running and possibly some form of communication with the like a thing than a plan to be honest, but nevertheless it was something that could help them. She knew the Doctor's plan would fail anyways … so it didn't really matter. He had a sonic and a broken contraption that he had been using to see the Krafayis. So because she knew this, she had taken it upon herself to come up with a way to save the world herself. It was dangerous but simple really, she could see the alien and Amy and the Doctor couldn't. She would have to be their eyes … well, until Vincent ran in of course. It was dangerous because one false move could mean Amy or the Doctor's death, so she would have to be careful. Very careful. Where was that man anyways, he should have been here by now.

As if the universe had heard her, the Doctor came barreling towards her out of breath and frowning.

"Argh! I thought I told you. Never mind. We'll talk about it later. Quick, in here." The Doctor told them, quickly ushering them towards a confessional. He pushed Amy in one side, knowing that the ginge would be alright by herself and quickly stepped into the other side, Astrid in tow. He knew beforehand that Astrid would follow him into the church, and knowing Amy she would too. Astrid never stayed in one place too long, and telling her to stay put was a death wish. She was stubborn so asking her to leave was never an option. She was the impossible companion, the girl that can't be reasoned with. With her here the Krafayis was dead meat, she'd make him leave with a single word. What he hadn't know, however, is that he couldn't have been more right.


Doctor's POV

It was a few minutes after that encounter that the whole thing had quickly gone to hell. Some would argue that it was because Amy and Astrid had been there that made it worst, some sort of karma for them not listening to him. But, he didn't believe in karma. Perhaps it was punishment for who he was, the universe telling him that it would be nice to throw what he had done back at him as he watched a poor, blind, invisible creature die afraid and alone. It hadn't been too bad at first, it was almost similar to any other Krafayis had heard Amy whispering and had decided to smash her side of the confessional. Then they had run for their lives like any other day. After that, however, it had quickly gone downhill. He had found out quite quickly after they had run from the monster, that not only did his sonic screwdriver not work on the alien, which meant that he would definitely not be using it for anything other than screwing in screws, but also that Astrid could see the Krafayis was the part that confused him. How could she see it? How was that possible? What made her and Vincent so different from him and Amy? He knew that Astrid was an extremely special girl, but that shouldn't change anything. What did a painter and a little girl have in common. Well, nothing except for the fact that the statement sounded something like a joke. Sure, Astrid had tons of power, and not just over him, she had knowledge beyond the stars, and being from a parallel world just strengthened that ability. She was strong intelligence wise, true, but sometimes that came with a price. She was young now, no knowledge about this world, other than foreknowledge from her universe. She shouldn't be able to see the alien, yet she could. She was an enigma. A nice enigma, and a really really cute one at that. Of course in all of the universe he fell in love with a mystery, that's just who he was. She was his mystery, the one thing he hadn't figured out, and he hoped he never did. She was an enigma inside of an enigma. He didn't understand her, and yet here she was making him more confused with her ability to things that she shouldn't. Then there's the fact that not long after he had figured that out, Vincent had killed a blind, scared beast. He hadn't tried to, but he had. They had won against the beast, and sometimes, just sometimes winning wasn't fun at all.


Amy's POV

Today had been fairly normal day. It was like any other day traveling with the Doctor. It had been scary, fun, and overall, extremely upsetting, but that was life. After they had almost been killed by an alien, and her side of the confessional getting smashed, Astrid had told the Doctor about being able to see the thing too. I mean she didn't really understand why she could see things that they couldn't but she had an idea. She wasn't some genius like the Doctor, but she was still smart, she understood why Astrid was different than them. She was a pure human, yet she had qualities from beyond this earth. She was a kid, she was smart and creative with just that extra kick of human in her. The Doctor may be both really, really smart and creative, but he lacked the extra kick that humans had, and she was smart, and she had that extra kick, yet she wasn't creative. From her observations you had to have all three to be able to see the alien, and both Vincent and Astrid just happened to have it. After they had been chased by the monster the day had quickly gone from, Everything's alright and I'm still alive, to watching an invisible alien die and I'm really not okay. THE Vincent Van Gogh had killed a Krafayis. A blind, scared alien that was afraid. He had killed it on accident, stabbed an easel right into it and watched as it died right there and then. She felt bad for the poor man, having to kill a thing that you didn't even think existed. Vincent Van Gogh was a murder, what's new. Nothing seemed to surprise her anymore, not since she started traveling with her invisible friend in his larger on the inside spaceship. It was weird, she felt … empty now. Like she was forgetting something really important. What was she missing? She felt a sort of sadness, like she had lost someone really important to her, yet no matter how hard she tried to remember, she couldn't. It was like trying to reach for something that seemed so close yet wasn't. She felt like her heart was breaking, but nothing had happened to cause the feeling. She felt like she was in a dark tunnel and no light was reaching her, yet she was right here. What was wrong with her?


Green emerald grass darkened in the night sky, dusk sweeping over the town in a daze. Three figures laid on the grass in the distance, grass tickling the back of their necks as they stared up at the night sky. Their hands linked together to form a circle, a circle of trust and friendship as stars shimmered in their eyes. To any passerby it would simply look like a group of people that wanted to star gaze, but the fact was that they weren't just star gazing. They were looking at the soul of the universe. They were looking at one of the most beautiful things in all of the world on any world in all of this universe.

"Hold my hand, Doctor. Try to see what I see. We are so lucky we are still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It's not dark and black and without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue. And blowing through the blueness and the blackness, the wind swirling through the air and then, shining, burning, bursting through, the stars. Can you see how they roar their light? Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes." Vincent told the others, trying to show them what he saw every time he looked at the stars. Humans seemed to pass off the stars like they were second nature, he rarely saw a human look up at the stars, and it appalled the man. Stars weren't just there to be ignored, stars were magical. You used stars to wish, to dream, and to hope. Stars were more human than anyone would ever know. When something bad happens we don't fall slowly and gently, gliding down like a dead leaf falling off of a tree, we fall down fast and burning, hurting ourselves on the way, like stars. He knew that better than anyone. There was beauty in this world, you just had to look deeper.

"You're right they are beautiful. I've seen many amazing things. But nothing quite as wonderful as the things you see." Amy said with awe in her tone, staring up at the sky as colors flew together and swirled into a blur. She could see it, she could see what Vincent could. After all of these years staring up at the sky and wishing on stars, searching the sky for her imaginary friend and his impossible box, she had not once saw the sky this way. The sky was a vast ocean, with little specks of hopes and dreams floating away within it. Yet, all along there was a beauty beyond any universe just waiting at her doorstep, no matter where she was, it was there just waiting to be seen. To actually be seen, to be seen without the cover over top of it. She had actually touched stars, and after all of that it was not until now that she had actually seen the beauty of the sky at night.

"I will miss you all terribly." Vincent told them, staring at the sky with tears glistening in his eyes. He hadn't had friends all his life, and now, when he had finally had some he was going to lose them. He knew that he had to let them go, but it still broke him, even after everything he had gone through. His friends were a gift to him, a gift from the stars. Something he had dreamed of for a long time now, and he would never see them again. His friends, the feisty ginger with the beautiful smile, the Doctor with the funny outfit, and the girl with the stars in their eyes that had appeared out of nowhere. His family.


"Amy, the blessed, the wonderful." Vincent said, hugging the wonderful woman that he had to know quite well. To be honest, he believed he had fallen in love with the kind ginger, in the short amount of time he had known her. She was so beautiful, with her hair as ginger as fire and her voice just the little piece of home that he always wanted. She was a picture to behold, a beauty worth a thousand words, a beauty that was too pretty to paint. If he even tried to paint her, he knew he would fail. She was the perfect mixture of beauty and brains, everything he had hoped for in a friend and most certainly everything he had ever wanted in a wife. She was wonderful, and so nice to him, he feared that after her departure he would never be able to truly live without her by his side. She was his blessed Amy.

"Be good to yourself, and be kind to yourself." Amy told Vincent, slowly letting the man go. She had just hugged Vincent Van Gogh! The Vincent Van Gogh! She knew what would happen in just a few months time to him, yet she was content in knowing that she had made a small, yet big difference in the man's life. She had made him happy. In all her years learning all about him in her history class, she had never heard that he had been happy in his life, he had never had a lover and he had certainly never fallen in love. But here she was, in front of him, knowing that all of that history was false. He had died happy, and he had been in love. He had been in love with her. So here she was sending him on his way with some advice for the next few months. Be good and be kind to yourself. He had to die, she knew she couldn't change that, no one was immortal after all, but she could change how she made him think about himself, and that is exactly what she had done.

"I'll try my best." Vincent replied to the woman, giving her a small peck on the cheek. To be honest he would do anything for this woman, anything she asked. In a small part within himself he knew he would never be with her, yet he was content with simply knowing her. She was the one thing to finally bring him happiness, happiness in the shape of a woman, and that was all he needed. She was the forbidden lover, the woman he could never have. He could see it in her eyes. She was already taken. Her lover was dead, he didn't know how or when but he did know that Amy's husband had died. And that was something he could never mess with, her heart was already somebody else's and she would not be able to love another. She was taken, and by all means he hoped that the lad was everything she had hoped for, all the happiness that she had given him, and more.

"And maybe give the beard a little trim before you next kiss someone." Amy replied, rubbing the spot where the itchy beard had touched her skin. Yes, she had just been kissed by Vincent Van Gogh, no big deal right? Actually no, huge deal. She was just kissed by her childhood artist. The one thing from history class, other than the Romans of course, that she had actually properly paid attention to. So why did she feel guilty? Why did she feel like kissing Vincent was wrong. It wasn't like she had a boyfriend, so why did she feel bad for doing it? It was just a silly kiss, wasn't it? Simply a peck on the cheek, so why was she so worried?

"I will, I will. And if you tire of this Doctor of yours, return, and we will have children by the dozen." Vincent told her proposing the idea with hope in his tone. He knew she belonged to somebody. A dead man that she dare not speak about, in fear of breaking down. But he had hope, hope that one day she would return, even if that possibility was slim. He always wanted a family, a family he could love, and be loved back. He knew he was being selfish, but he had always wanted that. Children he could teach to love others no matter what, and just to be happy again. Happy like he had never had the chance to be, normal when he had never been in the least bit normal, and he could have that with her. He could almost picture it, small little children with the reddest of hair and the biggest of smiles, her beauty and his talent. A small family that he had always wanted. A home.

"The lovely and very special Astrid, even though I have only known you for a short amount of time I feel as if I have a very strong connection to you. I know that you will turn out to be a very wonderful person." Vincent told the young girl, turning to her and giving her a hug as well. After finding out she could see it as well, he immediately knew she was something special. He understood her, she was just like him. Ignored and unloved, talented but nobody saw it. She had pain in her eyes a pain that not a lot of kids her age had. He could see it. Someday soon she was going to blossom, people were going to see her full worth. She was special.

"Thanks and all but I'm pretty insignificant when it comes to everyone else in the world." Astrid told the man, releasing from the hug, a small smile resting on her lips as a sign of gratitude. This was like River all over again. Her? Special? She was just the Doctor's companion, nothing special. If anything she was just somebody who had accidentally dropped in unannounced, she wasn't an actual character in the development, just a little something extra. What's more, she was a kid, barely even starting her life. Nobody would listen to her at her age, how would she do anything important, or special in this world? No, she wasn't special, and it would be a long, long time before she even came close to important. So why did everyone think she was?

"Well you may think that, but one day you will become a very important person. After all great things are done by a series of small things brought together. You don't need to do something big to be important, the small stuff counts too." Vincent replied, staring into the young lady's eyes. He could see vast knowledge. Knowledge beyond the stars. An unusual sparkle in her eye as if the sky itself had woven its way into her orbs of hazel to form her eyes. She was important, more important than any human on this world or any other. Right now she was young, she didn't believe in herself, she didn't believe she could be anything other than a kid. But soon, through all the little things she does to create who she is in the future, she will become one of the most important women in history. He could see it in her, the way her eyes glowed and sparkled. As if whenever you looked into them you looked right into her very soul. Knowledge deeply woven into her very smile as if she had seen the beginning of the universe itself, and knowing her maybe she had. The little girl who had flashed out of nowhere surrounded by blinding white in the dark of night. The goddess of the stars themselves. She was special, and soon she would see just how important in this world she really was.

"Now then my friends. We have fought monsters together and we have won. On my own, I fear I may not do as well." Vincent said, looking at all three people in turn. The brains, the beauty, and the eccentric idiot. His friends. With them gone he would never feel the same happiness he felt right now. He wouldn't smile or laugh, he would go on living, painting and painting and painting while people mocked his talent. He would be alone. Nobody to talk to while his madness worsened, nobody to hold his hand and lead him through the dark times. All alone with no one to turn to. His friends were leaving him and he would never see them again.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" The Doctor asked Astrid and Amy, an idea taken full flight in his brain. The adventure was done but his brain had other plans. He could plainly see that Vincent was upset, and being the man he was he had the automatic need to help the man. Vincent was one of his friends now, a good friend, a friend that he had a lot in common with. He was a hurt man, a hurt man that he knew from history would kill himself in just a couple of months from depression. And he knew with everything he had that if he only had a limited time to live he would want to make it worth it, so by god he was going to make it worth it for him. He was going to make today special for the man, so, so special.


"I was thinking I may need some food or something before we leave." Amy replied, as she gazed out into the landscape. She was starving, the last decent meal she had had was ages ago. She wanted food, more likely she needed some bloody food now or a certain raggedy man was going to see what happened when she got angry, and that was never a good idea. Plus, Astrid had just come from wherever she had been bleeding out, no doubt she would want some food too. So the question was, where do you get some food in a place like this?

"Well, no, you're not thinking exactly what I'm thinking." The Doctor said, wrinkling up his eyebrows in total wonderment. How Amy could be thinking about food at a time like this was beyond him. We had just met the Vincent Van Gogh. The man who was depressed and about to kill himself in less than a year. A man that his hearts yearned to save from death, but he knew he couldn't. He had promised he was going to make this man's last few months happy and that is exactly what he was going to do. His plan was going to be put into action, well … not a plan, more like a thing.

"I was thinking we do a little something special for Vincent. Perhaps take him on a little trip." Astrid spoke up, causing the Doctor to smile. She knew this episode well, she always loved it because of how happy they made Vincent in the end, and she knew with all of her heart and with everything she had that she would not cease to make the sweet man happy, even if just for a moment in time. Vincent deserved at least that in his weary, depressing life.

"Now you're thinking what I'm thinking. Vincent! I've got something I'd like to show you. Maybe just tidy yourself up a bit first." The Doctor called up to the man, a huge smile on his face as he awaited to show the man what the future held for him. He knew that he couldn't change his suicide, no matter how much he wanted to, but he could do one thing. He could make him remember this one moment. The moment when he was happy. The moment he had friends. No matter how hard the depression gets for him this year, he could go back to this moment and remember them.


They walked the few steps away to where the Tardis sat on a hill, the sun rising behind it and giving it an orangy yellow glow as if it was shimmering. It sat there overlooking the village, advertising posters covering it up as it was a giant box made out of paper mache. They approached, The Doctor happy to be back to his Tardis, Amy and Astrid giddy to be showing Vincent what happens in his future, and a very confused Vincent staring at the box with surprise in his eyes, wondering what could they ever possibly be doing with a box of paper.

"Now, you know we've had quite a few chats about the possibility there might be more to life than normal people imagine? Well … brace yourself Vinny." The Doctor announced, showing the man the inside of his magnificent machine. He watched amused as Vincent blinked a few times taking in the beauty of his Tardis. And finally he started laughing, watching as Vincent ran outside and circled the box, finally walking back in, to then stare at the doctor in total and utter confusion.

"How come I'm the crazy one, and you three have stayed sane?" Vincent replied with total was no way they could have stayed normal, they had to be mad! These people, his friends, was bigger on the outside than it was on the interior! How was that even physically possible?! A box that was so plain and simple on the outside, yet so magnificent and beautiful on the inside. Who were these people.?

"Who said we were sane?" Astrid replied, a small smirk sitting on her lips as she watched Vincent look around the Tardis. Nobody who left with an alien with two hearts should ever be sane. The only sane person to ever travel with the Doctor was Rory, and lord knows when he would be back again. They were traveling in a sentient box that happened to be a girl, with an alien that went around picking up hot girls to travel with, how was that even close to normal? No, she wasn't sane, and the Doctor was so far away from sane it was hilarious.

"What do these things all do?" Vincent asked the Doctor staring wide eyed at the controls. It was complex, and beautiful all at the same time, if he wasn't so busy trying not to freak out and run away it probably would have made a wonderful painting. All the levers and switches varying from color to color and the whole room giving off a very warm aura. It was the picture of happiness, a perfect way to remember his friends. They weren't so different from him after all, they all understood him, every single one of them were mad. Complex room with complex buttons, perfect for any insane man.

"Oh, a huge variety of things. This one here, for instance, plays soothing music. While this one makes a huge amount of noise. And this one makes everything go absolutely tonto." The Doctor said, pulling a lever that would set the Tardis into automatic pilot. This was his favorite part after all, and he was not going to miss it for the world, or well any kind of world … oh just forget the world. He was going to make his new friend happy, and that started with answering any and all questions that Vincent could come up with.

"And what does this one do?" Vincent asked, pointing excitedly at two red and yellow levers next to Astrid. This was amazing, all these new words, and cool phrases … even if it did sound like he was making half of it up. This place was so fantastic! It was even more than words can describe! It was a new concept for him, his friends were aliens of some kind, some kind of foreigners, maybe from the future, or something just as amazing.

"That's ketchup. And that one's mustard. I've been trying to make him put a barbeque one in but he claims it's too american." Astrid said with a frown, glaring at the Doctor with a harsh glare. The Doctor childishly sticking his tongue out at the girl. It's not her fault that she grew up american, she just wanted a little taste of home, is that too much to ask! Too american! Sure, it was. To be honest, he wasn't even british so why did it matter to him whether or not it was american or british. Oh, she'd show him just what too american was. The nerve of him.

"Mmm, nice. Come on, back to the cafe and you can tell me about all the wonders of the universe." Vincent told them, finally getting over the shock of finding such a beautiful place. He hoped quite honestly that they would take him up on his offer. He didn't want them to leave just yet. Not after they had show him something so amazing. He wanted a nice, long talk with them, and perhaps a nice breakfast as they talked about the amazing thing they had shown him.

"Good idea. Although, actually, there's a little something I'd like to show you first." The Doctor explained, stepping out and the others following him. He knew Vincent, and he knew the invitation had been in fear. Fear that they would leave so soon, and fear that he would be alone and miserable for the rest of his life. What he didn't know however, was that after seeing what they would show him he wouldn't need them around any longer. He would have fond memories of the future and that was all Vincent could ever want. Assurance that all his hard work had paid off, and his painting wasn't for nothing.


"Where are we?" Vincent asked in confusion staring intently at his surroundings. Everything was new to him, everything looked strange. All of these odd shapes and colors, and nothing the way he thought it would be. Was this the future? But that meant that his friends were time travelers. People that could travel to so many different places. It was mind blowing. This place was amazing! If this was the future he certainly wanted to live here! Different smells and different sights, so different from his little town.

"Paris, 2010 AD. And this is the mighty Museé D'Orsay. Home to many of the greatest paintings in history." The Doctor proclaimed, looking at Vincent with glee. He was showing Vincent who he would become, how successful he really was. But most of all he was showing him that all the bad things that were happening to him now, would someday add up to something quite amazing in the future. Hard work paid off and that was exactly what he was going to teach Vincent. He lead Vincent through the crowd weaving through all the people, until they finally got to the right place. The Vincent Van Gogh gallery.

"Doctor Black, we met a few days ago. I asked you about the church at Auvers." The Doctor said quite nicely to the man, reminding him who he was with a smirk on his face. He had a plan now, a thing that had turned into a plan, a way to make Vincent happy. Not only was he going to show Vincent how much his hard work had paid off, he was going to get some evidence. Evidence that he wasn't just an ill mad man. Evidence that he was so much more important then he thought, and maybe just maybe he would be happiest man alive for a few hours. It was not enough to cure him, no, and it was definitely not enough to make him happy enough to not kill himself. But he was going to make this trip worth it, not only for Vincent but himself too.

"Oh, yes. Glad to be of help. You were nice about my tie." Dr. Black replied, fixing his tie of the day, glad to have been helpful to the kind man.

"Yes. And today is another cracker if I may say so. But I just wondered, between you and me, in a hundred words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?" The Doctor asked with a very excited tone. This was it, this was the prove. A man like who did this sort of thing for a living had to have something kind to say about the man. It was inevitable, he wouldn't have the job otherwise. This was where everything changed for the man.

"Well, big question, but to me, Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly, the most popular great painter of all time. The most beloved. His command of colour, the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world. No one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world's greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived." Black said, with so much passion. Studying Vincent Van Gogh had been his life after all. He watched carefully as a strange man that looked strangely like the painter, bursted into tears, wet droplets falling down his face.

"Vincent. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Is it too much?" The Doctor asked the man, pulling him in for a hug and letting the overwhelmed man cry his eyes out. Out of every outcome that his brain could have possibly thought of, this was definitely not one of them. He hadn't made Vincent's life better, he had overwhelmed him, even went as far as making him cry. He was a failure. Not only did the Doctor break everything he touched, but he also hurt everyone he came into contact with. This was all his fault, if anything he was probably the reason Vincent had killed himself. It was all his fault, why couldn't he do anything right?

"No. They are tears of joy. Thank you, sir. Thank you." He said in gratitude, breaking away from the Doctor and kissing on both cheecks, hugging the man for his kind words. This meeting had given him hope, hope that one day this will be his future … millions of paintings and so many people to admire them. He had hope that one day they would be loved and that all his hardwork would pay off in the end. But most of all he had hope that one day, somehow he would get the appreciation that he had always wanted. He had hope for a better tomorrow.

"You're welcome. You're welcome." Black told the strange man in confusion, walking away from the strange group and continuing his interrupted tour group.

"This changes everything. I'll step out tomorrow with my easel on my back a different man. I still can't believe that one of the haystacks was in the museum. How embarrassing." Vincent said with a small laugh, stepping into the blue box that was bigger on the inside than the outside. His friends had shown him an amazing future. He was going to paint and paint and paint now knowing that all of it wasn't for nothing. He would ignore the villiage people, he wasn't just a worthless man with a hobby, he was an artist. He was a painter, and he wouldn't had figured that out if it wasn't for The Doctor, Amy, Astrid, and there amazing time traveling capabilities.


"It's been a great adventure and a great honour." The Doctor told Vincent, a small smile on his lips as he stared at the great painter. There was no doubt that this had been one gigantic adventure, running and aliens involved, however, it had also been a new meeting for him. He had met a great person who seemed so much like him that it was scary. It had been fun, and it was something that he would never quite forget. Vincent was a wonderful person, a person that was worth so much. A person that should not die the way he had, by the hands of himself.

"You've turned out to be the first doctor ever actually to make a difference to my life." Vincent replied with gratitude, hugging the man that had become one of his greatest friends. He knew that the Doctor was a man of many mistakes. A man who had faced so many losses and so much depression that he had turned out just like Vincent. He could see it in his eyes. Regret. It was plain as day to a man who had suffered the same fate. So many friends lost and so many mistakes made to form the man he was today. This was what he needed to be cured, not some fancy Doctor who thought he was simply mad, no he needed a friend, a friend who understood what he was going through. A friend who suffered the same as him. The Doctor had been that friend. The Doctor who had made a difference.

"I'm delighted. I won't ever forget you." The Doctor said, looking at Vincent with a gleam in his eye. It was true, no matter how long he lived, and no matter where he went whether it be the past or the future or even another planet, he would never forget Vincent, not ever. Honestly, he never forgot, everything that had ever happened and every person he had ever met was stored in his big brain. That was the curse of the timelords. He never forgot, even if if he wanted to. No matter how long and how far he traveled the memory of Vincent and what had happened today was sealed into his brain forever more.

"And you are sure marriage is out of the question?" Vincent asked Amy. The amazing ginger haired goddess that he had wanted with all his heart to stay with him. She was the one person who would give him hope, just her smile lit up the world around him. She was his night light. The sun to guide him out of the dark where all the monsters lay and into the bright light of the world, she helped guide him away from his depression. She guided him away from himself. He wanted to marry the beauty, capture her before it was too late. Yet he knew that it was already too late.

"This time. I'm not really the marrying kind. Come on. Let's go back to the gallery right now." Amy said, turning towards the Doctor. She wanted to get to the art gallery right away. She wanted to see if she had rewritten time. There was probably millions of new paintings covering the walls! They had made Vincent happy and that happiness was going to wipe his depression off the map. He wouldn't kill himself! He would live a long healthy life, and paint, and paint, and paint. She grabbed The Doctor's hand in hers and grabbed Astrid's hand with her other hand, quickly leading them back towards the Tardis, eager to see the walls covered in new paintings.

"Astrid." Vincent announced, pausing the trio in their tracks. Astrid turned around a broke her hand from Amy, quickly walking back towards Vincent, surprise in her features. Why would Vincent want to talk to her, her … the one person who had no significance in their tiny group.

"Your eyes hold knowledge, yet you seem ignorant of it. The knowledge you hold will be revealed soon, and I'm so sorry, but with it will come great heartbreak." Vincent told the girl with a very upset frown. He could see it the sadness and regret in her eyes. Yet she was so very happy. She was anything but upset, which could only mean one thing, something would happen in her future to make her upset, and from the looks of it it was making her frightened.


"Time can be re-written. I know it can. Come on! Oh, the long life of Vincent Van Gogh. There'll be hundreds of new paintings." Amy exclaimed, a huge smile on her face as she ran throughout the building trying to locate the Van Gogh exhibit. She had to have changed time, she just had to. She had made Vincent Van Gogh happy, even went as far as showing him what the future held for him. They had show him that his art would be appreciated one day, even more than that, they had given him hope. Hope was the most powerful emotion of all, which lead to the fact that there wasn't a doubt in her mind that there had to be tons of new paintings. Vincent couldn't have killed himself after seeing all that he had seen from his future. He had to have lived a long healthy life. There was probably dozens upon dozens of new paintings hanging up in the gallery.

"I'm not sure there will." The Doctor said in doubt. He knew that Vincent was a fragile man, and he knew that showing him his future had done very little to alter his timeline. It was the whole reason he had shown Vincent in the first place, since he knew it would do no harm. Giving Vincent hope had done nothing for the man, it didn't change the fact that he had killed himself. All it had done was make him happy for the short amount of time he had seen it. The key was happiness did nothing to a man that was depressed, nothing except distract the man from the pain of loss. He knew that better than anyone.

"Rewriting time is very very complicated. It's really delicate and needs to be handled with care." Astrid added, throwing in her two cents with a frown. Time was hard to rewrite, nearly impossible in fact, and she knew that it had several repercussions. She knew this form the several other times it had happened before. Time was not easy to rewrite, especially something as big as a death, if you weren't careful there were consequences. She knew this episode and she knew that time was certainly not rewritten. Not matter how happy they had made Vincent, it had obviously not been enough to change time.


"We have here the last work of Vincent Van Gogh, who committed suicide at only thirty seven. He is now acknowledged to be one of the foremost artists of all time. If you follow me now." The voice of carried on, twisting off the walls as The Doctor and Astrid ran in after a very frantic Amy. They walked carefully around the room, watching as Amy ran from painting to painting to try and find if they made a difference. What she had failed to notice however while she ran around frantic, was the Doctor staring intently at a painting right in front of him.

"Is that? Maybe we did make a difference." The Doctor spoke up, freezing Amy in her tracks, just a few feet away from them. She sprinted over staring intently at the picture, looking at the swirl of color. They had rewritten time, it was a whole new painting, a whole new painting that looked really familiar, a painting of a person. They had changed history, however slight, Amy had still been right. They had made Vincent happy.

"There's another painting." Amy said breathless, staring intently at the new picture that looked so different yet so familiar. She had done it, she had changed history. Not as much as she had hoped, but she had still done it. It was a shame he still killed himself no matter how much she hoped that she had changed history enough to save him. But look what her being there had done. She had done so much to help that man, and now look at what had resulted. Another picture by his brilliant mind.

"Yeah … and it looks … No! It can't be!" The Doctor paused staring at the picture. The picture was a painting of a girl, her ginger orangish red hair glowing in the dark of night, cascading in waves around her back like fire. The painting perfectly showing her hazel eyes glowing in the moonlight, as tiny little pink flecks sparkled in her irises. Her pale pink lips turned up into a mad man smile and her stature short. It looked like any old person, but what really stood out was the tiny little sparkle of stars in her eyes that made her look as if she had knowledge beyond her years. He knew that face anywhere, it just had to be her.

"Is that me?!" Astrid asked in total wonderment, amazed at the beautiful picture. That beautiful young lady in that picture was her? Really? She looked so pretty, and she was not pretty, she was plain and average. Nothing more. Did she really look like that?

"I don't know when he painted it, but yes, yes it is you." The Doctor said, surprise lacing his voice as he stared at the painting with wide eyes. The new painting was of Astrid. His Astrid. It showed off every one of her beautiful features and made her even more beautiful in his eyes. The picture perfected her lips, just showing off her beautiful smile and her eyes shined with the light, as if the exact moment he had painted her the moon had been glinting off of her and making her shine. She was so beautiful and he was glad that out of anything the new painting could have been it had been of her. He watched her know out of the corner of her eyes, watching as she sighed, looking at the painting with tears in her pretty little hazel eyes.

"According to the brochure, it was painted on June third." Amy said, looking intently at the miniaturized picture of the painting with the date next to it. She knew when he had painted he she just knew. He had painted it while they were waiting for the Doctor. Vincent saw the beauty in Astrid, the girl who had materialized out of nowhere and had decided to paint her while he waited. He had painted her friend, and that was perhaps, one of the best things that he could have ever decided to paint.

"Amy, what's it called?"Astrid asked in a small whisper as a small tear made it's way down her cheek. Vincent had painted her, not only that he had made her beautiful. Vincent, one of her favorite painters of all time had painted her. His final painting, was of a girl who shouldn't even be here. A girl who understood Vincent so well. Her.

"It's called, Beauty of the Stars." Amy replied in the same tone, looking intently at the painting as if it was a gift from a god, when in a way, perhaps it was. Beauty of the stars. A beautiful little girl with stars in her eyes that would grow up to become the Doctor's lover, and one of the most important people ever. Her friend Astrid. She looked around the museum taking in the sunflower painting that was hung right next to Astrid's, and there on the vase was a note. A note to her. For Amy, Vincent. And she knew she knew then and there, not only would her kids have had hair as bright as a sunflower if she had stayed, but also the fact that these two paintings were hanging side by side was fate. Vincent was taking care of her and Astrid even from the grave, because he cared about them. Both in different ways, but yet he still cared. His girls. That's who they were. Not Amy and Astrid, no, they were powerful. They were the girl with the sunflowers, and the girl with the stars. The girls who made Vincent Van Gogh happy. The girls who changed the world.