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The Doctor woke up and found Amy staring at him.
"I know." she whispered.
"Really? What, exactly, do you know?" he said, getting out of the bed, wincing at the sound of his voice.
"I know you're hurting. I am too. Doctor...do you wake up in the morning and need help to lift your head? Or read obituaries and feel jealous of the dead? It's like living on a cliff side, not knowing when you'll dive. Do you know... do you know what it's like to die alive?"
Amy got up and paced. She was tired, he could tell, and was taking things out on him.
He stood on the opposite side of the room. "When the world that once held color fades to white and gray and black. When tomorrow terrifies you...and you'll die if you look back? You don't know." He rounded on her. "I know you don't know. You say that you're hurting, it sure doesn't show. You told me to let go of the past,Amy, you may say so...but I know, you don't know." He backed her against the wall, his hands on either side of her head.
"The sensation that you're screaming, but you never make a sound. Or the feeling that you're falling but you never hit the ground. It just keeps on rushing at you day by day by day. You don't know, Amy, you don't know what it's like to live that way for hundreds of years. Like a refugee, a fugitive forever on the run. If it gets me it will kill me...but I don't know what I've done!" he yelled.
Tears had welled in her eyes. "I'm taking you home to Rory." he said, backing up, hating himself for yelling at her.
"He left me." she whispered.
"What? Amy, I-" he began, holding his arms out, as if pleading.
"No. You've made yourself clear. Goodbye, Doctor." Amy turned and ran.