trustmeimheretohelp:

pondintheclouds:

trustmeimheretohelp:

Amy, what are you talking about?

Amy who are you talking about? What’s wrong? Are you okay?

[Ignoring him, Amy started slamming her hands against the door of her small, confined room.] Please! Please let me out!

Amy! Amy calm down, it’s okay it’s okay.

Amy what’s wrong? Please tell me…

[Of course no one was coming, they never did. They never helped her out, they only mocked her, teased her, laughed at her. Letting her hands fall from the door she turned to face him. For the first time, realising this wasn’t him. The man who pretended to be the Doctor, who mocked her.] D-Doctor?

trustmeimheretohelp:

Of course I’m ‘him’ Amy. It’s me the Doctor.

Whats wrong?

You’re not him. [Amy repeated, mumbling it over and over again to herself.] He doesn’t like it when you try to mock him like this. I’ll tell him what you’re doing.

trustmeimheretohelp:

Of course I’m really here Amy, what do you mean?

You’re not really him. You’re trying to trick me. I won’t fall for it again.

trustmeimheretohelp:

Amelia,

You’re not really here.