Amy awoke with a groan, her head thumping horrifically as the morning sun shone in her eyes. She rolled over, burying her face in the pillows.

"Gnuuuuhhhhh..." She moaned to the world.

She winced as she peeled an eye open, the room dulled by the curtains being too bright for her. She winced as she picked out her phone from the bag which was helpfully positioned below her bedside table, and checked the time.

It was half three in the afternoon. Half three?

Sitting upright, she tried to force herself out of bed. It didn't work. Her head spun and she could've sworn she could feel her brain rattling around within her skull. But she needed to get up, the sudden lurching caused her stomach to panic, and she made a dash for the bathroom, ignoring the pain in her head.

After she had thrown up anything that had been left from the night before, she flushed the toilet, wincing again at the roar of the toilet – a noise that may have been far quieter than those at home, was still far too noisy for her delicate head.

She heard a knocking at the door, and after whinging profusely to herself, she finally braved the pain and stood up, cradling her head as she moved to the door, opening it as softly as possible.

"Hello?" She whimpered to the scantily clad member of staff.

"Hi there, Miss Pond." The woman whispered back. "Room service."

"I didn't order anything." She told the woman, shaking her head at the thought of food.

"It was from your friend," She replied. "He said to give this to you as soon as you're awake."

"Right..." Amy said, shakily taking the tray from the member of staff, glaring at the glass of water and a small white pill on a plate. She suddenly had a thought. "You can tell when I'm awake?"

"Well," The woman answered hesitantly. "We don't usually make use of the system, only in special cases, but with a high profile customer..." She winked. "such as your friend, we make allowances."

The Doctor must have used the psychic paper.

"Thanks, then." Amy told her, gently shutting the door as the woman walked away. She sat back down on the bed, placing her chin on her knees, and took a sip of the water. It was delicious, quenching the thirst that she hadn't quite realised she had had, but was very much aware of it now. It was better than anything back on earth – as a hung-over teenager, Amy could drink a litre of water and still not feel much better.

She looked at the pill, wondering what it was. Did it fix hangovers? She desperately hoped so, but something inside her warned her that this morning the Doctor was not to be trusted... though she had no idea why. She tried to trace her memory back to the night before, to dust off the memories that were somehow evading her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to focus, and suddenly regained a flash of it. The Doctor's face, crestfallen, upset, hurt.

She HATED not being able to remember, an all too painful throwback to Rory...

Oh. OH!

"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!"

She winced as she replayed her words, harsher now in the light of day than they had been in her drunken haze. She had been awful, she had forgotten everything she had ever known about the Doctor, forgotten all her trust in him, for all of thirty seconds, and perhaps permanently damaged her relationship with the Doctor.

She trusted him implicitly, of course she did.

With a slightly shaky hand, she reached down and plucked the white pill off of the tray, placing it in her mouth and swallowed it with a swig of the water. She smiled as she felt the thumping in her head slowly wash away and her churning stomach cool down. She even smiled into the sunlight.

She should never doubt the Doctor. Ever.

Say no to alcohol, kids, we haven't got those hangover pills yet.