"Whats the point of you?"

Amy's words hurt, they seriously cut me deep… Maybe it was just the dream, or pregnancy hormones but still. If I can create something that dark maybe she's right, what if the point of me is to cause people misery… I mean Rose was locked in another dimension, Donna had to have her memory erased. What if I hurt Amy?

I couldn't hurt Amy, I care for her too much I just couldn't let it happen. But then could I? What if somewhere inside me there is something waiting to get out, something immeasurably dark a hundred times worse than the Dream Lord.

She asked me what the point of me is… What if I have no point? What if I am just a selfish Time Lord flitting from place to place using people. The Dream Lord was right, I do choose younger companions, and yes they are mostly women but still. How impractical would it be travelling with someone a lot older? Someone less… Capable? I'd never get anything done, I certainly wouldn't be able to planet hop as much as I do now…

Gods she is right, there is no point to me…

The Doctor pulled his knees close to his chest and sat silently in a corner of the Tardis listening to her hum gently recovering from the sudden cold that had disabled them all. Real or not they had all felt it none more so then Amy who was currently sat with Rory lavishing him with all her attention. The Doctor watched them, secretly burning with a cocktail of jealousy and concern. He had to let her go.