The Doctor waited until half seven exactly before getting up from his bed. He hadn't slept much, the actual act of sleeping being somewhat of a rare activity for a Time Lord, but he indulged in a couple of hours of light rest, keeping himself alert, just in case Amy should need him. Apparently, she didn't. She had slept through the night, if the complete silence was any indication. Complete silence from her room anyway, the same could not be said of the couple on the other side. The walls were soundproofed, but no match for a Time Lord's superior hearing.

For the next two days there was little to be heard from Amy. He tried his best, attempting to be a good example and going out, but found little more than met the eye. The location was designed to be the ideal tropical getaway, an ideal which had been reached many a time before, and one that the Doctor had become so familiar with in his youth that he now found it incredibly boring.

The food he got room service to send up was left unnoticed outside the door, a sight that got more and more depressing each time he approached her door. He would try knocking of course, but she would barely reply.

"Amy?" He had called the first morning after he had heard her wake up. There was no reply, and after a few minutes he gave up.

In the evening he tried again. "Amy? Are you still in there?" She didn't reply until his persistent knocking and calling drove her to the other side of the door.

"Go away, Doctor." She said, just loud enough to be heard. He hesitated for a few seconds.

"Amy..." He said, but he heard her walk away from the door and back to her bed.

On the third morning he tried again. "Amy, please come out!" He called. He heard her moving. "Amy, I can hear you moving." He informed her, getting desperate. He knew he should let her recover in her own time, but locking herself away in this room couldn't be healthy, could it?

"What do you want, Doctor?" Amy asked from inside.

He bit down the obvious answer, opting for a more reasonable answer. "I'm worried about you, Amy."

"I'm fine." She told him.

"You're not." He said quietly, probably too quiet for her to hear. "It's no fun without you!" He told her, sounding like a whinging child.

"Oh, don't be such a baby." He heard her say through the door. He smiled; it was the most Amy-esque thing he'd heard her say for a while. Maybe she was starting to feel better?

"If you come out I'll show you round the resort," he told her. "We can go scuba diving! Have you ever been, Amy? The fish out here are fantastic, they'll come right up and sniff your nose!" Silence on the other side of the door. "Though you might want to be careful of the Piranhas... nasty little fellows, they are."

He heard her softly chuckle through the door. He smiled, and placed his palm flat on the door – so close to her.

"Will you come out?" He asked her sadly.

She sighed. "Not right now, Doctor." She told him. "Maybe later."

He sighed and let his forehead rest on the door, imagining it was Amy he was touching, not the cool wood. He knew he could reach into his pocket and get the sonic screwdriver, and be in the room with Amy. It would only take a few seconds. But he wouldn't. He took Amy here to let her do what she wanted to do, to let her grieve and get it out of her system. Even if she didn't want to see him.

"Whatever you want." He told her. He left the door, and made his way back down to the foyer.

Happy Two Thousand and Matt Smith, y'all!

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