The grass was dry, but the clouds above were grey. Rain was a definite possibility. Wind whipped at the Doctor's brown hair and jacket as he looked down at the two grave markers in front of him. The one on the left was marked with the names "Rory and Amelia Williams" while the one on the left said "Melody Williams".
The Doctor fought tears back as a spring of emotions welled up inside him. "Hey, Amy," he said, addressing the air as if that red-headed woman from his past was standing in front of him. "I know it's been a while since I came to talk to you, but life's been busy. I almost got caught a while back. I was close to letting another man take the blame for what I had done. It was only the promise I made to you that stopped me from doing so. He's alive, and I'm free. Rassilon made sure of that. I just wanted you to know that I still haven't forgotten that promise. I live by it every day."
Turning to the marker on the right, the Doctor spoke once more. "And don't think I've forgotten about you, Sweetie. You'll love to hear that I've gotten married again. A few years ago, actually. I should have told you sooner, but I got caught up. We have a daughter now. Little Amelia. She's five years old, going on six now. She's got me and her mom in her, but I'll tell you one thing, her name is certainly appropriate." The wind picked up around him, as if Amelia Pond was cross with that comment.
"You know it's true, Amy. You were as much a spit-fire as my daughter, don't deny it. Anyway, I just wanted you guys to know. Oh, and Melody... you were right. It's not good for me to be alone. Just know that... I'll never forget you. I love Clara, but I'll always love you too."
The Doctor turned from the graves and walked back to the house in the distance. One song had ended, but the story hadn't. 24601 was dead. Now, all that was left was the Doctor. And he had a family to be with.