Mels cursed all the way back to the B&B, kicking random things and ignoring her still painful toe. She went in through the open door and wondered why no one locked doors when they knew she was about. She went to the kitchen and made herself a cheese sandwich, buttering the bread with a carving knife. She started to eat it whilst looking around the kitchen for some booze. All she could find was some cooking sherry – it would have to do.
She brought the bottle and the sandwich up to her room and sat on the bed and looked out the window at the moon, the planets and the stars. I was born somewhere out there, she reminded herself. She finished the last of the sandwich and took a swig of the cooking sherry. It was revolting, but she kept drinking it all the same until it was gone. She lay back on the bed and thought of Amy and Rory leaving with the Doctor, leaving her behind. Her chest hurt and normally she would have broken something, but this time she didn't, she allowed herself to feel it. Soon the sherry took effect and she slipped into an uncomfortable, dreamful sleep.
She woke with the sun beating in on her face, she groaned and turned away from it and tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use. She extracted herself from the bed and went to brush her teeth. She pushed the door open and looked at the mirror.
Written in red lipstick in big, bold letters was: I love you Melody Pond! It was her own handwriting too.
Mels stood startled staring at it. "Jesus! What the fuck was in that sherry?"