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Keep running, Amy thought desperately. She didn't know where she was running, but she was sprinting as if her life depended on it through the halls of the TARDIS, blinded slightly by her tears. She hated that she was causing the Doctor pain, yet at the same time, what else was she supposed to do? He brought this on himself. And he has River and the TARDIS. He doesn't need her.

Amy only stopped running when she head-butted a door open and fell through with a yelp, landing face-first on the floor. She looked up, blinking tears out of her eyes, and saw the eye-patch lady smiling at her in the wall. She yelped again and the lady disappeared. She let out small sobs, putting her head on the floor again. What had her life become?

Suddenly, she heard a soft cry that was not her own. She looked up again. She was in the library, and standing in the middle was that same man. He was wearing a brown suit, his hands over his eyes, trying to wipe tears away. Amy wondered if this was part of the slideshow, or if it was a reflection of the Doctor's current feelings.

He flickered away and another copy of him appeared, this time wearing a brown coat over a blue suit, looking angrily and desperately at the sky, pounding his fists and screaming, "THEN DO IT! JUST DO IT! DO IT!" Amy wanted to cry again. What the hell…?

He flickered away again; this time, he was facing to the right, talking to someone invisible, "He needs you. That's very me." Were these images trying to tell her something? Amy's head pounded, which could have been the result of the previous head-butt.

Again, flickering away. Now, he was facing her, smiling, his arms open. Amy stood up, shakily, and walked towards him. He was still smiling, blinking once every few seconds. She stood very close to him now. His arms were still open as if to embrace her. Amy lifted her hand up tentatively.

"What?" he said through his teeth.

"What?" Amy asked him.

The skinny man looked confusedly behind him and disappeared.

Amy moved one step, so she was standing in the spot he just left. Why were these echoes appearing to her?

That skinny man must have been the Doctor in his last regeneration. She was still curious about him. Intrigued, more like. Was this what the Doctor would call a rift in time and space?

"Oy!" somebody yelled. Amy jumped and whipped around. Skinny was there again in a blue suit, looking kinda playful.

"Oy! Watch it, Earth Girl!" Amy raised an eyebrow at him.

He suddenly adopted a concentrated look on his face. "The strands are still drawing together. But heading for what?" Then, he disappeared again.

Amy's jaw dropped, then she closed it. That was weird. What was going on?

Amy shook her head. She must have hit it harder than she realized. She walked over to one of the available, comfy chairs in the library and sat down, trying to calm down.

Skinny appeared in the chair opposite her, in a brown suit, with a smirk and raised eyebrow on his face.

"What are you looking at?" Amy told him, dead-panned.

He appeared again before her, this time standing and pointing down at her, "It was you."

"'It was me' what?"

He wore a blue suit now, nodding his head a little, "Weelll, you're special."

"No, I'm not," she told Skinny, who was smiling at her. She stood up now. "I'm just kiss-a-gram."

"Ooohh, you really don't believe that, do you?"

"About the special thing? I just told you that."

"Shouting at the world because no one's listening, weeelll, why should they?"

Now she was getting angry. "What's the matter with you? Ugh, you're so infuriating! What am I saying?! You're just an echo! Nothing you say means anything to me!"

"But look at what you did," Skinny implored her. Amy furrowed her brow and hesitated. She looked down, then looked up again. He was smiling at her knowingly.

"Are you real?" she whispered.

He suddenly wore a brown suit and glasses. "Eh, wibbly-wobbly…timey-wimey…."

"What are you trying to say?"

He nodded to her left, "Look to your left."

Amy looked. There was a picture frame on a desk of her and Rory at their wedding.

"The slow path," Skinny said, from behind her. She looked back at him. He appeared to be nodding at a point on the ceiling, then he turned back to her and gave her a small smile.

"What about my wedding are you getting at?"

He suddenly looked really mad at her. Amy flinched from his glare.

"I don't age. I regenerate. But humans decay. You wither and you die! Imagine watching that happen to someone you—"

"What, Skinny?"

Skinny took a breath. "You can spend the rest of your life with me. But I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. That's the curse of the Time Lords."

"Well, I wasn't going to spend the rest of my life with you, anyway, no offense. I'm married."

He suddenly smiled at her, a gold ring in his hand. "With this ring, I thee biodamp."

"Ha ha," she said. I'm so confused…

He looked at her, confused, wearing his coat, his suit unbuttoned a little, "Am I being rude again?"

"Uh…what?" she asked.

He ran his fingers through his hair, "OH, I'M OLD AND THICK!"

Amy jumped, "What do you mean?"

"Amy…?" another voiced asked her. Amy jumped and turned around. The Doctor was staring at her, worriedly. Amy turned back around again. There was no one there.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright," The Doctor asked her tentatively, "I…I…am sorry…for my outburst and—"

"Doctor," she turned back around to face him, "Don't worry about it. Now," she said, smiling, "why don't we discover a new planet?"