"Doctor, why haven't you taught me how to fly?" Amy asked.
The Doctor looked at her, wondering why she asked just now. "Because you like to wear skirts, and skirts and flying are a bad combination."
"Doctor . . . . I can lay off skirts to learn how to fly. It's not that complicated."
"But you love skirts. They make Ror-." He stopped and turned away.
"They what?"
"Nothing . . . ."
"Really though, Doctor. Why have you never shown me?"
He turned to face her. "Because you never asked."
"Well. This is me. Asking."
The Doctor studied her for a moment. "All right then. Close your eyes."
Amy closed her eyes.
"Breathe . . . and . . . let go of the railing!"
Amy quickly lifted her hand.
"The railing isn't going to help you. It'll only hold you down. Now feel your surroundings. Feel the ground beneath your feet. Feel the room. Feel the air. It's everywhere. It surrounds you. It's inside of you. It wants to help you. It wants you to glide on it, light as a feather. It wants you to feel that it can hold you. You can trust it. But first you have to trust yourself. You can fly. You are one with the air. It moves with you. You move with it. Amelia Pond, you can fly. Now . . . simply lift your foot and step up onto the air. It can hold you. It will help you if you let it. Just step onto the air." The Doctor opened his eyes.
Amy lifted her foot and set it solidly on the ground.
"That's okay. It didn't work for me the first time. Just try again. Keep believing. It's not Amelia Pond might be able to fly. It's not Amelia Pond should be able to fly. It's Amelia Pond can fly. Amelia Pond will fly. Try again. Step onto the air, it can hold you."
She lifted her foot and set it down again. She started to look frustrated. The Doctor took her hands and floated off the ground, letting his weightlessness flow into her. She still felt as solidly on the ground as a rock. The Doctor closed his eyes and channeled his flight energy into Amy. If she was believing enough, she should've been able to float, or at the very least feel lighter with all his help.
"Believe in yourself! Believe! You can! Come on! Just . . . fly!" He let go and floated away, frustrated.
Amy opened her eyes. "Did it work? I felt your hands."
He looked her up and down. "No. Something's holding you back. Something's not there, you're not-." He stopped, thinking harder. "You never asked before because you didn't want to. You had everything you needed. You were happy. Now . . . you're not all there. You're not whole. Something's missing. You can't believe in yourself . . . if you're not fully yourself."
"What . . . ?" Amy asked with a confused expression.
The Doctor looked at her sadly. "Do you really want to fly?"
She shrugged. "Seems like fun."
"You have to really, really want it."
"Sure."
"No, you-." He didn't want to tell her she couldn't fly. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Amy. I can't teach you."
"Well . . . try again. Try harder."
"It's not about me. It's about you. You have to want it harder."
"Well . . . can't you just . . . ."
"Maybe later. Maybe someday," he said just to make her happy.
Rory was never coming back. Amy would never be whole again.