In the end, Clara left the room. She closed the door softly behind her and continued her way down the corridor, wondering how many others there had been.

Chapter 2

It was moments before Clara reached the next door, which opened for her as she approached, just like the last one had. This one had a sign on that read 'Amy and Rory'. Below their names was the word 'Pond' which had been crossed out and the word 'Williams' had taken its place.

She stepped inside to reveal a room larger than the one before. This one had a large four poster double bed in the middle. There was all the usual bedroom furniture; a wardrobe, a dresser, a chest of drawers and bedside tables. The colour scheme was white and different shades of blue. The white carpet felt soft and comforting beneath Clara's feet as she walked. In the middle of the floor was a small rug, shaped as a pond, with lily pads and flowers sewn in to complete the picture. Along the walls were shelves, lined with models and coloured pictures of the TARDIS and the Doctor, which looked as if they'd been made by a young child. Clara grinned and wondered how old Amy and Rory had been when they'd started travelling with the Doctor.

Clara let her hand run along the pale blue walls and then rested her fingers on top of the biggest TARDIS model. As she did so, she could have sworn she heard voices. She jumped and turned around, pulling her hand away from the mini TARDIS, and the voices stopped. Well, the voices weren't coming from behind her, so they must have been something to do with the model. Slowly, she placed her hand back onto it, and let the sounds of happy voices filter into her head. She made out a Scottish woman's voice, then an English man, then the Doctor. She listened closely.

"Um, Doctor, this time could we lose the bunkbeds?" the voice with the Scottish accent said, presumably Amy.

"No! Bunkbeds are cool. A bed. With a ladder. You can't beat that," the Doctor said.

Clara smiled and glanced at the double bed, which must have replaced the bunk beds eventually. She figured she must be hearing old echoes of memories from around the TARDIS.

She listened again.

First, came the Doctor's voice. "Two thousand years, Rory. You won't even sleep. You'll be conscious every second. It would drive you mad."

"Will she be safer if I stay? Look me in the eye and tell me she wouldn't be safer," the English man, Rory, said.

Who's 'she'? Clara thought. Could it be Amy? They were married, after all, and there was no sign of her voice.

"Rory, you-" the Doctor started, before being cut off.

"Answer me!" Rory shouted.

"Yes. Obviously."

"Then how could I leave her?"

This time, the Doctor sounded softer, as if he was giving in. "Why do you have to be so... human?"

"Because right now I'm not."

Clara pulled her hand away from the mini TARDIS, piecing together what she'd just heard. Rory was deciding to wait for someone, presumably Amy, for two thousand years. He'd said that he wasn't human. Clara just comprehend waiting for that length of time. Rory must've been strong. Very strong.

Once again, Clara felt compelled to put her hand on the TARDIS and find out more about Amy and Rory. She knew she shouldn't but something was telling her too. She let her fingers touch the fading blue paint and listened in.

"It'll be fine. I know it will. I'll be with him like I should be. Me and Rory together," Amy said.

What'll be fine? Clara thought, she sounds like she's crying.

"Stop it! Just, just, stop it!" came the Doctor's voice.

"Melody. You look after him. And you be a good girl and you look after him," she said.

"You are creating fixed time. I will never be able to see you again," the Doctor said.

"I'll be fine. I'll be with him."

"Amy. Please. Just come back into the TARDIS, Come along, Pond. Please."

"Raggedy Man," she said, her voice heart wrenchingly sad. "Goodbye."

The Doctor's anguished, saddening cries were heard next. Clara couldn't cope. She snatched her hand away from the mini TARDIS. She stared at the floor and swallowed as tears stung her eyes. Had she just heard Amy's final moments with the Doctor? And who was Melody? She couldn't get the Doctor's voice out of her head. He sounded so distressed. It was awful. She didn't dare touch the mini TARDIS model again, she'd heard enough.

Clara walked to the other side of the room, but just before she left, she saw photos which had been pasted to the back of the door. There was a woman with lovely ginger hair and a smiling brown haired man in many of the photos. In some they were with the Doctor, and in others, she recognised Professor River Song. They all looked so happy. One photo in particular caught her attention and Clara laughed as she realised they were sat on a dinosaur.

She smiled as she left the room, glad to leave it on a good note.