I'm here, standing in an alley way, looking at my friends. They're not looking at me though, they don't even know I'm here. There's the always hopeful Jenny, nurse/soldier/butler/favourite potato man Strax, and the knowledgeable and strong Vastra. And here they are, all three of them, facing the other way. Knowledge, courage, and strength, all here embodied in these three people, and they're faced the other way. Well, it's not like I have anything important in me. Just sadness, guilt, forgetfulness, and regret. They should be looking the other way, anyways. I'm not important enough to look at.

Even though I have these wandering thoughts telling me they're never going to look and I might as well just leave, but I'm not leaving. They will turn around eventually to get in their carriage, right? And it's not like I've been here for five minutes, I haven't even been here for a minute. Oh, look. I've been spotted.

Jenny turned around and stared at me, then tapped Vastra, and now all three of them were turned around. They started telling me lies of why I should stay out of that blue box, but I'm barely listening. I just don't care.

That's what happened a few days ago. Right now, I'm trying to find Clara. The impossible girl. She reminded me that there's still some good left in the universe. But, oh, Amelia, I haven't forgotten about you. You see, life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't necessarily soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad don't always harden the good. I only saw the bad things because I didn't think about the good. I was the complete reason why I stayed inside I box. I just didn't care to think about They're together so it doesn't matter but more of the fact that They're together and I'm alone.

But if anything, this whole thing was like something from a fairy tale.

A man loses his best friends and he is completely alone. While his friends are living off their lives, he can do anything but that. Instead, he stays alone, thinking that everything is terrible. His friends kept him up in the sky, and now the last thing he can do would be able to soar. Yet there his best friends were, maybe not having the absolute time of their lives, but doing something close to that. Sure, they had to adjust, but they weren't alone. They had each other. The man had nothing left.

Everyday he pondered what to do, but usually just ended up alone. After a while, he didn't try to do anything. He accepted the fact that he would be alone and did absolutely nothing about it. He just thought about how lonely he was and how he wished his friends were with him.

A long time after that, he finally decided to do something. No one is ever truly alone, he thought. Everyone has at least one person, even if they don't know who. He went to see his three other friends, a lizard, a maid, and a potato warrior, who helped him get better. They knew that no one was truly alone and they wanted to make sure the man knew for sure.

Even though the man was with three new friends now, he couldn't stop thinking about his best friends. What were they doing? Did they miss him? Did they even remember him? Sometimes thoughts like that made the man sad, but other times he would think about how goofy his friends were or how they love each other and would stray from the negative thoughts. He soon realized that, even though things may have seemed bad, he was just looking at it from the wrong angle. When he saw it how his three friends saw it, he knew that his best friends would be okay and that his best friends didn't forget him. They wouldn't be called best friends if they didn't miss him.

So the man did what they all used to do together-- he started to travel again. Even though he wasn't with his friends anymore, he somehow lived happily ever after.

I made it. I found Clara Oswin Oswald. I'm traveling again. I found my happily ever after.

I also realized something.

Amelia always wanted everyone to have their happily ever after. Just take Vincent Van Gogh for instance. She tried so hard so he could be happy, which, to her disappointment, didn't work out as well as plan. He still ended up alone and hated. But she still made an impact. And that's all that really mattered.

So, as long as I'm travelling, why don't I go back in time? There's a little girl waiting for me in a garden, and she's probably really tired. A good old fashioned fairy tale could help her fall asleep.

And you know what I'd tell her?

"Amelia Pond. Like a name in a fairy tale."