I didn't believe Emily, what she told me about the Doctor.

There was a sliver of ice in his heart. But maybe not alot.

"What's wrong?" He asked me.

The emotion I was feeling must have been showing on my face. I hardly ever expressed in front of anyone. "Did she say something to you?"

"No, it's not that." He couldn't see it. What was right there in front of him.

"Have you just watched the eintire life cycle of Earth from birth to death?"

"Yes."

"And you're okay with that?"

"Yes" He answered again.

"How can you be?"

"The TARDIS. She's...wibbly vortex and so on." He answered her. But he did not quite get why she was upset. Humans and their emotions were all over the place it was hard to detect some from the other. He knew this one all too well but not the reason.

"That's not what I mean."

"Ok." She was going to have to give him a little more than that.

"Some help, context."

He was asking me for clues? Either he was just being a clueless man as any human bloke or something happened to him that but that sliver of ice there. I was scared that Emily might be right, I wanted her to be wrong. He could just run away from things "I mean one minute you're in 1974, looking for ghosts but all you had to do was open yours eyes and talk to whoever's standing there. To you I haven't been born yet and to you I've been dead." For billions of years, she was barried in the ground.

He had his TARDIS. It would never be the end to him. But what were humans to him, everyone he brought along. They'd all be ghosts. Even when they meet him, they're already gone. How long did it take for this to be okay with him? Didn't it affect him? Perhaps if you lived too long and saw to many horrible things that you can't unsee, you just can't see it anymore. None of it seemed to matter to him.

Then he said, "You're the only mystery worth solving." I would wonder what he meant by that.

When we got back to the house Emily asked me what was wrong. The second time someone's asked me that. "I saw something I shouldn't." And it was the truth, like everything the Doctor showed me, wasn't meant for me to see.

"What did you see?"

"That everything ends."

"No, not everything. Not always."

That made me smile. Perhaps for the Doctor love wouldn't end. That's what made me not give up on him I suppose. I always gave up on things, more or less.

When I tired to get into the TARDIS to rescue the Doctor from the pocket Universe, yhe old snog box wouldn't let me in. It locked me out again, giving me a blasted interface. After a few seconds of banter, she finally let me in.

Normally he'd be fascinated by the "Witch of the well" the so called ghost. Instead it was centered on Clara the whole time.
What enrigued him was that Emily couldn't get a proper reading off her. She couldn't be a possible girl. That's probably why the TARDIS doesn't like her, she is impossible. Just like Captain Jack Harkness. He was an impossible paradox, the
TARDIS threw him off when he tried to cling to it.
His patience about trying to find out who she is was starting to wear thin.