The Doctor looked at the mostly rectangular device, then turned around slowly to head for the TARDIS. He kept telling himself that it didn't matter, the world had failed him and taken Clara again.
But still. The recorder tasted like it was from the early days of its invention, the 1930's. and the 1930's sounded like the Ponds. It wasn't possible, of course... He argued with himself, finally entering the TARDIS and then playing the recording.
"Does this thing even work? It's so bulky, really." Amy. His heart leapt. "Rory, is it on?"
"Uh- sort of maybe?"
"Whatever, I'll talk at it anyways. Hullo, Doctor. My Raggedy Man. How are things? River's a genius, and she sent this girl to tell us that we can finally say goodbye properly. But first, I'll say that we're doing good for being around the Great Depression and all. Turns out I'm a budding writer, did you know that? And you already knew that Rory was a nurse, I think he'll become a real doctor soon enough."
"Yup, it's great out here, a bit boring, a bit primitive, but we're surviving quite well. We're thinking of adopting a kid, giving him a letter to one day deliver to Dad, so you don't have to feel guilty and all that." A smacking sound was made. "Ow! What?!"
"Ignore him. We've got to say bye before the tape runs out, so goodbye. And since this is my last chance to say it, Doctor, I love you. My childhood imaginary friend, my madman with a blue box."
"Yeah, same as what she said. We'll really miss you. Y' know, I didn't like you at first, but now you can't get to my wife I'm good."
"Don't say that was a joke, please."
"Yes, that was very much supposed to be a joke. Thanks Amy."
"Are we just going to have a conversation, record it and send it to the Doctor? That feels weird."
"The Doctor likes the sound of your voice, I know that." Another smacking sound. "I'm sorry, but it is true."
"Little girl, don't do this to your husband one day," Rory cautioned, "It's not nice."
"Who is the Doctor? Did you go on adventures with him?" The little girl sounded eager for the answer.
"That is a good idea, isn't it? I'll just say who the Doctor is, and he can hear it and gloat over himself. I met him first when I was little, and oh fish fingers and custard." Amy told the little girl her story, and Rory filled in bits and pieces that she missed. The Doctor listened as Amy described his misadventures and adventures, smiling slightly at the frank way she spoke. He listened to it once, then again and again and again.
The fourth time, he noticed what the last line truly said. "Hurry on up, Doctor, get yourself a companion. Are you listening? Hiiiii. Hello. I don't think you-" then the recording ended. Another companion? Perhaps he should get a new one.
"Clara. Oswin. Oswald. Watch me run."
Hooray! I got a review. An actual, real life review! Thank you Nienna14 :-). On a completely different topic, if I'm plagiarizing anyone or stealing their idea that they've already written or something, please tell me. I'd hate to have accidentally done something like that.
