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Whispering. The Doctor definitely heard whispering.
He could hear the ghosts in the moonlight.
Sorrow was doing a new dance through his bones…through his skin.
Amy was in trouble.
He sat in the TARDIS and listened to the souls in the fool's night.
Fumbling mutely with their hands and there was…heartache without end.
"Doctor?"
He looked up. "Ah…Mr. and Mrs. Pond, hello."
Mr. Pond crumpled grief stricken.
"Our Amy is in trouble. Help her, please. We know you love her." The ghosts of Amy's parents sounded heartbroken.
They told him of Rory's abusive ways, even though he knew all about it.
"Help…the one word I can never resist."
History was against him in this mystery of what to do…but it was no mystery that it would not be pleasant for Rory.
He listened for the hope…for the new life.
Something beautiful…a new chance as he heard her parent's ghosts whisper there again.