The Doctor stood in the doorway of the bar, his hand holding open the door. He knew he should leave, he shouldn't stand and stare, for a number of reasons, but yet he stayed, frozen to the spot, his good mood vanished.

He knew he shouldn't care, either, he knew that this should mean nothing to him. When this sort of situation had happened in the past he had forced himself to accept it, and learn not to care, to let his friends carry on. This was the one factor of life that he had denied himself a part of for such a long time.

So why now? Why did it hurt so much to see Amy like this, lips locked with another man?

He could feel the jealousy pumping through him, the hurt, the sadness, but he knew he would do nothing about it. He never would, because he would not, could not offer anything better in return.

As he turned to leave, Amy's eyes opened and looked directly at him. She pulled herself away from the man as the Doctor quickly ran out of the door and into the promenade outside. He didn't go far though, pacing up to the end of the building, and back a few feet, back and forth, not capable of doing anything more than pacing.

"You alright, mate?" The Bouncer called from across the walk, and the Doctor waved him away. Running his shaking palm across his face and back through his hair he sighed sadly.

The door from the bar swung open, and Amy stumbled out, closely followed by the man.

"Doctor?" She slurred, "What... what are you doing here?"

"Nothing!" He spat out. "Just looking for you. You went out."

"Yeah, I did." She said, almost falling over in the process. He went to catch her, but the man caught her first, steadying her before extending a hand towards the Doctor.

"I'm Sinden." He said.

"I'm the Doctor." He said, with a lot more venom than he had meant. "A pleasure to meet you."

"Are you alright, Doctor?" Amy asked, noticing his displeasure even in her drunken haze.

"Fine, never better, why wouldn't I be?" He retorted.

"Why don't you tell me?" She shook off Sinden and walked up to the Doctor, struggling to maintain her balance and dignity. She reached him, and placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself.

Sinden bristled, clearly jealous. "Am I intruding on something?"

"No." Both Amy and the Doctor answered simultaneously, yet both too serious to laugh.

"You wanted me out of the room, so I got out of the room!" Amy cried. "You got what you wanted."

"This wasn't what I wanted!" The Doctor blurted out.

"What did you want?"

"Not for you to get drunk and snog some idiot you met in a bar!" He cried, shaking her off his shoulder.

"Oy!" Sinden yelled out, only to be ignored.

"Well, it's not like I'm going to be getting it from anywhere else, is it?" Amy replied, flapping her arms in the air in annoyance.

"What's that meant to mean?" The Doctor asked, but Amy stayed silent, knowing, even while drunk, some things should remain unsaid. "What about Rory, Amy? What about him?"

"He's dead, Doctor!" She yelled, tears in her eyes. "He's dead, and more than that, he never existed! You expect me to mope about forever?"

The Doctor sighed, realising her point was fair. He thought that it was bad for him, that he faced death daily, that everyone he ever cared about had been taken from him in one way or the other, but he sometimes forgot that humans lose loved ones as well, and they too must move on. But why move on with that guy? Was he even attractive? From the Doctor's limited experience, he would have to say... probably not. He realised he was staring, and turned away.

"Why do you even care about Rory, Doctor?" Amy asked.

"Of course I care!" He snapped.

"Then why did you let him die?" She yelled. He turned to look at her, seeing the hurt in her face, the tears, the anger. He fought to keep his face blank.

"What?" He asked, keeping his voice level.

"You could've stopped it, Doctor; you could have at least pulled him out. You LET him die!"

"I didn't," he told her, his struggle for composure failing. "I couldn't, I couldn't save him!"

"You didn't even try!" She yelled. "You pulled me away from him and left him!"

The Doctor stepped away from her, breathing heavily from the shock of Amy's fury. Was this what she really thought? Had she been harbouring all this rage, this accusation towards him since she remembered? Perhaps it had even been there, simmering beneath the surface, since his death? He stood there, unsure of what to do, and Amy stood too, steady as a rock, holding her ground.

But what he didn't know was that she was suddenly afraid, not just of the Doctor, though she knew that being on the wrong side of him was a very dangerous place to be, and not just fear for her future, fear that he would leave her here, or worse, take her home. No, she was afraid of herself; she hadn't realised she had felt that at all, she hadn't noticed these feelings inside of her, these suspicions. But now, as she looked at him, saw not only anger in his face, but true sadness, she knew it wasn't true, she knew in her heart that it wasn't true. She trusted him implicitly, he had never let her down, he would never, ever do anything to hurt her if he could help it. Yet here she was, breaking his hearts. She could see it.

"I'm sorry." She told him, more sober than she had been. "I didn't mean it."

The Doctor turned his back and began to walk away.

"I'm sorry..." She said quietly, feeling helpless, feeling disgusting.

Sinden came up behind her, putting his arm around her waist. "Wow..."

She shrugged away, grimacing at him. "No." She told him simply, shaking her head. She looked back for the Doctor, but couldn't see him, lost in the darkness beyond the promenade district. She began to run after him, stumbling, her balance not yet regained.