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Amy Pond (fairytale_pond) wrote in silverage,

"I'm sure I must have, but I can' think how any of them might help me around here." Amy twisted a lock of her hair distractedly. The dishes were dried and put away, there was nothing left to distract her from their conversation. As much as this Doctor resembled hers in the way he spoke and the things he said, it was his face that got in the way. He looked younger than her Doctor, while somehow older and more tired. His head was filled with people and places that Amy would never-- and could never-- know. To see him and know that he knew nothing about her, and most likely didn't want to learn... that was a kind of hurt that cut deeper than Amy'd expected.

"Well," she said, bringing her hand down and stopping the nervous habit, "if ya don' mind, I think I'll go settle in a bit." She gave him a polite smile and made to leave. In the doorway, she paused, then turned around and added, "It was nice, havin' this little chat." With that she exited the kitchen and wound her way back through the unfamiliar halls to the room which this TARDIS had miraculously recovered for her. As she entered, she sank down onto the soft bed with a sigh. "Oh, Amy, what're you doing?"