A/N: I do not own Doctor Who.
Space. 1969.
The little girl who called for help, afraid that the Spaceman would eat her.
I had a chance. A chance to save her.
A second chance. First for me. Second for her. I let her down both times.
Her and Amy and Rory. I have to find her.
The way Amy looked at me. On Demon's Run. I could see it in her eyes.
It's a look I've seen a lot in my travels but that doesn't make it any easier to see it in her eyes.
Amelia Pond. Like a name in a fairy tale. She wishes she had never met me.
Rose had that look once. So did Martha and Donna and Sarah Jane.
My Sarah Jane.
They've all had that look at least once. I'm a curse on the people I love.
They stole Amy's child because of me and she will never forgive me for that. But I will make it up to her.
I will find Melody. She's not a baby anymore. She's a little girl. Like her mother was the night we first met.
The night she waited. And here she is waiting again. Waiting for her Raggedy Doctor to bring back her child. I will Amelia. I promise. Just give me five minutes.
Ha ha.