Amy couldn’t help but wonder what it was like for him right then and there. At the moment, she herself felt a little bit like she understood what River went through every time she met the Doctor. Completely out of her timeline and never quite lining up right even for a moment. She also wondered if that ever made River insecure, because at the moment, the Scottish girl from Leadworth felt a bit inadequate.
It wasn’t the first time that she’d known things about the Doctor’s future, though. She fought hard to remember that she had done this before, and that she had resisted any temptations of revealing the future to him. She told herself again and again that this should be easier, since he wasn’t her Doctor, and that he was basically a totally different person.
Yet at the same time, she knew that wasn’t necessarily true.
She forced herself not to think of it too much. Now wasn’t exactly the right time or place to have an existential crisis, not with zombie nurses creeping after them in a hospital full of nasties. Amy handed the smart phone over when he reached for it, and took it back when he was done with it. Then, it was just a matter of running. At least there was something she knew how to do quite well.
“If we could get to the TARDIS, we might be able to figure out what these things are,” she said as she followed after him down the stairs, grasping the rail as she went along. “And maybe we can use the TARDIS as a generator.”
It didn’t really occur to her that the TARDIS might not have come along with the Doctor. Sure, sometimes it wandered off and had a knack for letting them figure things out on their own, but always it was there when they needed it most.