Old School RP

‘What do you mean: you can’t find it? How can you lose a time machine!?’ Amy Pond said incredulously. ‘Are you telling me that we are stuck in Leadworth?’
‘Upper Leadworth,’ Rory corrected.
‘We could be stuck on Queen Elizabeth’s private yacht for all I care!’
‘That would never happen. She’s terrified of water,’ the Doctor replied.
‘NOT THE—’
‘You must let me think!’ the Doctor shouted, falling to the ground and placing his ear to the dewy grass. ‘She was parked here.’ He stood up and grasped at the air before him. ‘She’s been gone for an hour, at least. The fear picked up in his voice. ‘She could be circling any century, any place, any planet ...’
‘But, you have to have a way of bringing it back,’ Amy said, unable to understand a world where the Doctor had no plan formulating. ‘You can bring her back.’
This was an inconceivable event that even the Doctor’s brain could not understand, and as he steadied himself against a wall, staring blankly at the empty space where his TARDIS should have been, he knew that this was it. He did not hear Amy’s cries or Rory’s condolences: the man with the time machine could no longer run.