"Amy, do you know why you're here?" The Doctor smiled.

"No" Amy whispered. "But they've been performing experiments on me" She was close to tears.

"What makes you think that?" The Doctor looked worried.

"Alaya, she said she'd been experimenting on me while I slept" She started crying remembering Rory was dead and ran up to The Doctor and hugged him tight.

"Oh, Amelia. It'll be alright. I'm getting you out of here, promise" The Doctor stroked her hair and put his hand on her chin and raised her face up to look her in the eye. He slowly wiped her tears away from her cheeks with his hands. She was so beautiful; so sad and so beautiful. He softly ran his finger over her quivering lips. He noticed his little Amelia has grown into a woman in his absence as he caressed her. Suddenly realizing he'd held her for too long; he took a step back and extended his hand to her from a safer distance. "Come with me." He smiled as she took his hand.

Amelia's description of what Alaya had done to her sounded far too much like sexual misconduct for the asylum not to take action. After a serious line of questioning; Alaya confessed to emotionally abusing Amy for her own enjoyment. It was decided that Alaya was in fact aware of her crimes and not suffering from post traumatic stress at all. She would spend the rest of her sentence in a prison and away from vulnerable and susceptible mental patients.

Amelia was still in trouble for stealing a car and crashing it through a nursery so she was still forced to stay at an institution for the criminally insane for another year. This new institution was far nicer than the last. They had a field and a garden where the patients could roam freely (with guards always present of course).

A patient by the name of Vincent sent most of his day outside painting the landscapes. His paintings were vividly colored and slightly surreal and Amy loved them. Sometimes she'd pull up a chair and sit beside him to chat while he worked on his paintings.

"I thought you might like to draw these" She placed a bucket full of sunflowers on the table in the garden and sat down beside them smiling. Amy remembered him saying yellow was his favorite color because it tasted the happiest. Amy also made sure the paint wasn't toxic after he'd told her that.

One day Vincent started drawing a monster in all of his paintings. You could see it like a shadow creeping out of a window or behind a tree. He truly believed he saw it and his fear would sometimes consume him so much he'd spend the day in bed unable to paint. Amy didn't see the monster Vincent spoke of. This was one of the first times that Amy saw her illness from the outside and how strange it was to talk to someone who saw something you couldn't.

" 'Your hair is orange' was the first thing he ever said to me" Amelia laughed as she told The Doctor about him. "His hair is orange too. He said we'll have dozens of lovely ginger children together"

"You're not developing feelings for him, are you?" The Doctor worried.

"Oh, no!" Amy smiled. "It's only harmless flirting."

But Vincent didn't see it that way and after learning learning his feelings weren't returned he fell into despair and had to be monitored at all times for his safety.

"I thought I could help him be happy but I didn't help at all" Amy cried feeling maybe there was something more she could have done. "I only have two months left. I should spend the rest of my treatment somewhere else for his own good. Let him forget about me."

"No one could ever forget about you, Amy" The Doctor smiled. "But I think my associate can set you up at a new location."

A few days later Dr. Song came to pick her up. "Hello, sweetie" River Song walked out of a sleek black car in stunning heels and a tight fitting skirt and blouse. "It's been so many years since I saw you last. You're practically a woman." She smiled.

"I'm 19 next week, you know." Amy smiled as she stepped into the car with her to go to her new health clinic.

"Pandorica is a state of the art facility." Dr. Song informed Amy as they arrived.

"Like Pandora's Box" Amy smiled. "That was one of my favorite books as a kid. A box with all the worst things in the world in it."

Amy was dropped off at the gate with armed security as Dr. Song drove away. One guard accompanied her to her room and quickly made her feel uncomfortable. Something about the way he looked at her didn't sit right. Amy thought perhaps she was getting paranoid but her discomfort turned to fear as he lead her into her room closed the door behind him.

"What sort of trouble did a cute little girl like you get into to get mixed up in this place?" The armored guard asked smiling as he slowly walked towards her. Amy didn't answer; she only stepped back slowly.

"Back off" She tripped as she walked backwards and fell onto her bed. The guard began climb on top of her and she quickly started to scream and fight him but she wasn't strong enough. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the worst until someone came up from behind the guard and stuck a needle into his neck. The guard fell to the floor in a loud thunk.

A nurse stood with a syringe in hand and smiled. "Hello, Amy".

Amelia stood up but her vision grew fuzzy and she fainted in his arms. The nurse gently carried her onto her bed and looked at her longingly as she slept. He brushed her bright red hair off her face and tucked her in a blanket. "Did you miss me?" Rory whispered.