The Doctor left the room quickly, taking care to leave it as he had left it. He went back into the hallway, locking the door behind him with the sonic, and strode down the corridor, a spring in his step – quite literally, once every few steps. He was jubilant! Amy was out of the room, a huge step forward! When Amy was sad, he was, and when Amy was happy, pretty much nothing in the world could bring him down. Out of everything in the entire universe, his favourite sight was her smile; her beautiful smile.

He banished such thoughts from his mind. Amy was a friend, nothing more.

The lift stopped in the foyer and he skipped out, once again rejecting the offer of a lei. The staff sure were persistent in trying to offer people those things. He walked past, shaking his head with a smile to the scantily dressed woman, before doubling back. "Have you seen my friend?" He asked quickly. "Red hair, about this tall?" He asked, holding his hand around the middle of his forehead.

"I think so," The woman said pleasantly. "Early afternoon, perhaps. I haven't seen her since."

"Any idea where she was going?" He asked hopefully, but she shook her head. "Thanks." He said, dashing off quickly, hopeful and happy that Amy was outside.

He stepped onto the sand outside the doors happily, picturing Amy walking where he was standing right now. What would she have worn? Something short, knowing her. He snapped himself out of it; that was a dangerous area.

He ran over to the beach, skidding slightly in his shoes, finding himself tripping in the motion of the sand, and feeling some grains slip down his clothes. Looking around the beach, he couldn't see her immediately anywhere, and the gradual darkness that was descending on the beach wasn't helping. He could barely see where the waves began. "Amy?" He called, but receiving nothing in return he moved on.

He sighed in frustration and put his hands on his hips, looking round. That was when the bright lights of the commercial district caught his eye, the lit up bars, the noisy people, the thump of music. Not the Doctor's cup of tea, really, but he took his chances, heading up the beach, trying to keep his footing as the sand kept trying to trip him.

He was relieved when he finally reached his destination, and the sand was sparser; the amount of sand that had worked its way into his footwear by now was astonishing. He took both shoes off, knocked the sand out of them, and slid them back on.

Looking round, he had no idea where to start. Which one would Amy have gone into? He actually had no idea... And the Doctor had very little idea what the difference was between each venue. He shrugged, and went up to a bouncer, who looked at him sternly.

"Hello there!" The Doctor said. "I'm looking for my friend."

"Uhuh." The bulky man replied gruffly.

"Red hair, a little shorter than me, answers to the name of Amy?" He asked, staring intensely into the bouncers eyes for any sign of recognition, making the man feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"I see thousands of people walk by every night, I'll need a little more information." He told him.

"Oh, I know!" The Doctor cried, taking out his psychic paper and showing it to the man. "There she is."

"Nice." The bouncer said, somewhat unprofessionally. The Doctor scowled slightly. "You carry a drawing of her round with you?" The Doctor glanced at it, seeing a perfect sketch of his friend.

"Not usually, just visited the caricature booth on the pier." The Doctor fibbed.

"They have that?"

"Tuppence a drawing." He told him with a grin, only to have a blank expression in return. "Have you seen her or not?"

"Saw someone that coulda been her," The bouncer told him. "Went into that bar over there." He pointed to the small building opposite. He turned his attention to two blonde women who were entering the club. "Ladies." He nodded.

"Thanks." The Doctor said, turning round and walking over to the building. He pushed open the door expectantly, smiling at the familiar colour of the interior, a smile that faded as soon as he caught sight of Amy.

Warning: I LOVED writing the next chapter, but some of you might find it distressing. Buckle yourselves in, whovians.

Also, I have the best poster ever - The one by Van Gogh in the finale of series 5. It's actually so beautiful.