"I've told you, I don't know!" Amelia Pond shouted as she stared hopelessly at the lineup of men in front of her.
Each had been dressed in a raggedy blue shirt, brown trousers and blue and brown swirly tie, to make it easier for Amelia to tell which man was her 'imaginary friend'.
"Oh come on Amelia, you draw him all the time, you must know which one is him!" her Aunt said, exasperated.
"Well, I don't alright? I CAN'T TELL!" Amelia yelled.
Suddenly, one of the men in the corner looked right at her.
She knew it was impossible; she was behind a one way mirror.
And yet still he stared.
He began to glow around the edges, a little at first and then more.
She turned to ask the others if they could see it too, but her Aunt was talking to the police a little way from her and so didn't see, and Amelia was currently a little too angry at her Aunt for doing this to her to consult her about it.
She turned to look at the man, but he had gone.
Instead he had been replaced by... the Doctor!
It was him, it was really him, it was the Doctor!
Then, quite suddenly, he was the man again.
Confused she stared closer.
Once again he flickered back into the Doctor.
As Amelia opened her mouth to tell her Aunt she had worked out who he was, the Doctor raised a finger to his lips.
"Shhhh." he whispered, his eyes ominous and dark and not at all the warm green that she remembered.
He flickered one last time, and then became the man again.
"Amelia? Anything?" a kindly policewoman kneeled down and looked at her hopefully.
Amelia didn't have to do what he said.
She could tell the police if she wanted.
If what she'd overheard the psychiatrist telling her Aunt was true, she should hate him, AND be terrified of him.
She could let go of her friend the Doctor right here, right now.
She could be normal again.
"No. I don't recognise any of them." Amelia lied.