PLEASE NOTE: This chapter is told from the doctor's, 11's, POV.

"How is she?" That was the only question I needed to be answered. Believe me, there were so many questions I wanted to ask, but that was the only one I needed to.

John, or me I suppose you could say, glanced up at me from watching his shoes while we were walking. He finally responded when we had to wait for a funeral procession going down the road.

"Not good." He said. His eyes were glued to the casket, it was small and white; a child perhaps. "She wanted to kill herself at first you know." My head moved fast to watch his expression, but all he did was nod. "Yeah. She would sit in the house and not talk or eat for days. I eventually had to force her to eat something, and it wasn't pretty." He looked at me and gave me a look as if to say, 'you know how she gets'.

"Does she still feel that way? Wanting to kill herself, I mean." The words tasted bitter on my tongue.

"Not so much anymore." His gave a small smile. "After she heard that she was pregnant she started to live again."

"You have a child?" It felt odd talking to myself, and asking myself if I was a father. I knew that I was, at one point, but not anymore. That couldn't happen.

He nodded. "Alexis Noelle Smith. We took my last name, Rose insisted." I could have sworn I saw a tear in his eye when he said her name.

"How old is she?" Again, I saw another tear. He was crying, although trying very hard to hide it.

"She would have been 2 last month." The tears dropped freely now. I saw one fall from his cheek and land on the sidewalk, slightly discoloring a small part of it.

"Would have?" It was a long time before he answered. The funeral procession was almost completely gone now.

"She was a stillborn. " That one sentence; that one, simple, sentence could bring down an entire government.

I didn't reply to him, no words seemed fit to.

It was only after I saw him on the other side of the street did I notice that he moved at all. My mind was so completely full; I could almost feel it start to bleed. When I caught up to him, he was looking at his watch.

"It's almost time to meet Rose and Amy at the house. We should go." Without waiting for my response, he started to walk away. I followed behind in absolute silence; not daring to say a word.




When we got there Amy and Rose were seated on the couch. The TV was on but neither were watching it. Our entrance seemed to disrupt their conversation.

"Doctor, nice to see you again." Rose greeted me, or was it him that she greeted? I still wasn't used to looking at us as one person yet; even though I suppose we aren't really.

"Doctor, can I talk to you for a moment?" It was Amy who spoke this time. She didn't sound happy, nor did she sound angry. In fact, she didn't seem to have an expression at all.

"Of course." I said, and the two of us walked down the hallway and entered the first room we saw. At first, nothing was said. She looked at me as though it was her first time seeing me; as if she was just learning who I was.

"Amy, may I ask what you are doing?" I started off with a lighter mood; however I realized, quite quickly, that it was a bad idea.

"Why didn't you tell me? I can't believe you did all of this without telling me who she was, or who he was for that matter!" For a second, it seemed as if her eyes were the same color as her hair.

Without warning she flung her arms around me. Her head was buried in my shoulder, and I could hear soft, quiet sobs coming from her.

"Amelia, what's wrong?" My hands wrapped around her and I started rubbing her back. It took a while for her to answer.

"I'm so sorry doctor!" I pulled her head out from my shoulder and cupped her face in my hands.

"Amy Pond, it's not your fault. It's completely, 100% mine. I should have told you who she was before I went over to her. I'm the one who should be sorry." She calmed down a bit, and let go of my body.

"I suppose we should go back out there now, huh?" She was wiping a few stray tears from her eyes, and I nodded, silently telling her that everything would be okay.

"I suppose we should."