The Doctor returned from yet another boring day out. Beach, suns, sand, waves, people, BORING. There was a specific reason why he liked company, why he would find companions, friends, to travel with him, why he liked to see the universe with two sets of eyes, and it was only partly to do with loneliness. So when he brought his friend to a place that he knew she'd love, that she would enjoy, and she spent her time locked up in her room; well, that was infuriating.
He found himself outside her room again. He rapped on the door and pressed his ear to the frame nosily. It was quiet in there, was she asleep again? "Amy? Are you asleep?" He called. "Not that you'd answer if you were asleep," he continued. "Unless you were sleep talking. Although, the Xellot species, way out on the Buyan nebula, they talk in their sleep all the time, in fact, they never stop sleep talking, really. It's sad, but makes for very entertaining conversations."
Still silence. It was too silent; even too silent for sleeping. The Doctor, he had great hearing, fantastic hearing, when he tried, and he could hear breathing through walls - when he tried. But right now, complete silence, nothing above the almost silent hum of the air conditioner. He sighed, and looked up and down the corridor – all clear. He tried to stop the worst from entering his mind, the worst possible scenario, that Amy could, Amy might, so overcome with grief...
"Stop it, just STOP IT!" He told himself, slapping his hand to stop it from shaking. Finally he managed to press down on the button of the sonic, quickly unlocking the door. He pushed it open, and it swung wide, showing him the empty room.
Empty? He stepped into the warm room, looking around. The bed was empty, but clearly slept in. The window was ajar, curtains fluttering in the wind. The bathroom door was shut, but when he opened it, it too was empty.
He was shocked. Looking out through the open window he had a clear view to the beach, to the ocean. It had worked. It had finally worked. The automatic sands of Space Florida had lured her out. He smiled happily, leaning out of the window, inhaling the sweet smell of the ocean. Amy was out, and it was time to find her.