Amy sat at the table too angry and worried to drink the tea Rory made for her. She was more worried than angry, but as soon as she heard the TARDIS materializing in the front room anger trumped worry and she was on her feet running for the ship. When it solidified she threw open the door and stalked into the control room.

"Doctor, what the hell…" she trailed off when she caught sight of him, slumped over the console.

Her stomach dropped. Had he been too late to save Rose? What would that do to him? The closer she got the more worried she became. He looked devastated.

"Doctor?" she asked when she was close enough to reach out.

He turned away and she knew that was a bad sign. He was closing off, shutting his emotions down, but she couldn't let him do that. A sound drew her attention to the corridor. Sherlock and Rose walked into the control room. She was alive…then…Amy glanced at the Doctor who watched them…what happened? The detective had his arm around her. Her eyes were red from crying and she didn't even glance at the Doctor as they walked through the room.

Amy looked at the Doctor, he watched them until they disappeared out the door. She could see pain and guilt in his eyes. What could've happened?

"Doctor?" she tried again, but he walked away, rubbing his face and then began to fiddle with the console. She wanted to help him, but didn't know how. Slowly she made her way over to him. "Are we leaving?" she asked.

She didn't want to leave things the way they were. She had wanted him to make amends with Rose, but she had no idea what went on during the woman's rescue.

"Leaving?" he asked, as if it was the strangest thing he'd heard. "No, no we can't leave. Not yet."

"Did something happen?"

She could see that something had, but she wasn't sure if he'd tell her, at least, if he'd tell her what went on between him and Rose. He glanced at her and she could see there was something, but he was hesitating, as if he wasn't sure he should tell her.

"You can tell me, Doctor."

"Do you remember that factory we visited? The one where the workers were using Flesh copies of themselves."

She froze. Yes, that was a day she'd never forget. It was the day the Doctor stopped the signal to the Flesh copy of her and she woke up strapped down to a table about to give birth.

"Yes."

"When we found Rose, Sherlock shot the meta-crisis, but instead of dying he melted."

She thought about those piles of discarded Flesh in the factory. The way they'd melted into each other.

"What…what does that mean?" she asked.

"It means there's someone else out there. Someone who orchestrated this whole thing and I can't leave until I find them and put an end to their game."

"You…" Amy swallowed, afraid to voice the question in her mind, but she had to, had to know. "You don't think it's her, do you?"

The Doctor sighed.

"I don't know, but she's done this before."

Amy closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. The woman who stole her child. The woman she killed in an alternate time line, but didn't kill because once the Doctor faked his death and everything went back to the way it was supposed to be that timeline never existed.

"What are we going to do?" Amy asked.

"Wait," the Doctor replied.

"Wait? That's it?"

He usually had, well, not a plan, but a thing…it was like a plan with more grey. At least, that's what he said.

"Nothing I can do. I ran a search, but I couldn't find anything, which means they're cloaked in a way that makes it impossible for the TARDIS to locate them."

She didn't want to wait. She wanted to find them, put an end to things before this turned into another Demon's Run. Only, she knew the Doctor was right. If they couldn't find the person responsible all they could do was wait until whoever it was made their next move.


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