It seems as though silence had already fallen.

The TARDIS didn't even seem to hum anymore.

It was just bloody silent.

He wasn't used to this.

He sat in the dinning room, the vast table long enough to seat at least a hundred and big enough to hold every species' favorite food lying in front of him. Tonight it was empty, besides him.

Twenty-four hours ago, Amy would have been sitting next to him. She would have had the tub of her favorite ice cream in front of her, a large spoon in her hand, and a smile on her face. Just twenty-four hours ago, The Doctor would have smiled back and dipped another fish finger into his fresh custard. And they would have joked and laughed at his custard mustache and forget every trouble.

It had been like that for what…two years? Who even knew anymore - time was so futile when you have the vastness of the universe just outside your bedroom window every night.

It didn't matter - tonight he was alone.

His fish fingers and custard sat in front of him, untouched…which was…a rare sight. His fingers dug through his hair, clawing at his scalp in frustration. He hated this so much.

In one long and rough grunt of frustration, he tipped over the bowl of custard and stood up. Displaying his oncoming storm face, eyes hard and determined, lips curled down and eyebrows furrowed, he quickly strode down the corridors, his steps filled with purpose.

He stopped abruptly at the top of the staircase. The control room lay below him.

"I can't…" he mumbled as his clenching fingers returned to poke through his bouncing hair. "I can't…

But another burst of frustrated energy sent him diving down the stairs. His fingers twitched to touch the controls. Amy's place was practically in speed-dial - it would be ever so simple.

He felt that nervous sick energy in his throat and pit of his stomach. He only had to…

"I CAN'T!" he shot out, shaking the whole room. But his hands fell onto the console and once they found one lever, he couldn't stop the flipping and pushing and spinning and sliding.

He tried not to notice the smile curling his lips.

And before he knew it, he was standing in front of the Pond's…Williams'…ugh…Williams' new home.

The wind blew softly through the rustling leaves as he felt the door shut on his back. His feet were simply reluctant to carry him more then half way out of the TARDIS.

If only he could see them one last time - hug them and go out for fish and chips and really act like it was their last trip instead of just…harshly dropping them…like he did.

Suddenly, his hearts leaped. Was that a face in the upstairs window?

Sure it was, and now Amelia Pond was racing down the stairs and running out her front door, barefoot and heart ringing in her ears.

But all that greeted her outside her home was the autumn wind. It blew through her ginger hair as her eyes scanned the empty street.

Rory raced out behind his wife.

"Not again…Amy?"

"Thought I saw something…" her lips barely parted.

"But…again?"

"Really this time…" but her voice didn't carry much confidence.

He slowly came up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Come on…"

Alright! So tada...I think maybe some of you have already seen the new episode...maybe...but I haven't yet!

I haven't read or even seen any of my reviews yet. I'm just super proud of myself for taking the time to write everyday and post these.

Thanks for reading! Can't wait for the finale tonight!