I turned the handle and as the door opened, was devoured by sadness.

The Pond's room, never touched for 87 years. Left alone since I left Manhattan.
I never even came down this hallway for 87 years either, but it's still vivid in my memory. I know every turn of this hallway, ever paint chip in the wall, every floor panel that is scuffed or scratched, everything. Maybe because I like to imagine Amy and Rory walking down this hallway after a long adventure, or them running out of their rooms when we start a new one.

I look around the room without leaving the doorway. I see the open closet door with dresses and coats that are Amy's and some of Rory's coats as well. I see a dresser drawer open, seeing some of Rory's shirts all folded neatly. And on a chair in the corner of the room was some of Amy's mini skirts.

I let a tear go down my cheek as I remember all our adventures.

Vincent Van Gogh
The Pandorica
Demons Run
The Dalek Asylum
The Invasion of The Cubes

I remember all the happy times we had. But I also remember when Rory died and was sucked into the crack. Amy forgot about him, but somehow knew that something was wrong, like a hidden memory. She cried without realizing it just like how she remembered with actually remembering.
Just like how she remembered me after I was forgotten.

I know that she'll never have forgotten me. That she moved on, but still secretly waited for me to come back. They both probably did. Rory would've secretly wanted me to come back, but not as much as Amy. He's the rock, keeping her in reality, so she doesn't think about me. But I know that she'll always remember me. How could someone who remembered me against all odds forget me from a separation in time? No, not Amy. Maybe someone else, but not my Amelia.

I slowly make my way to the middle of the room and look at the walls. Framed photos of the three of us are all around the room. Photos from their barbecue and their wedding, to galactic adventures throughout the cosmos. I turned in a circle looking at them all, soaking it all in.

If I miss them this much, I wonder how much they miss me. Hopefully not quite as much. I want to be remembered, but I still want them to enjoy their life. I still want them to live.

As I was examining the rest of the photos, I noticed that one of them was crooked.

I walked over to it and straightened it up, and a piece of paper came out from behind it, floating to the floor.

I pick it up and unfold it, and I immediately recognize the hand writing. Amy's.

I gaze up at the ceiling for. A few seconds preparing myself for whatever it is.
Don't get your hopes up, I thought, for all you know it could be a grocery list. But it was no grocery list.

I looked down at the paper and started to read it out loud. I was the only one in the TARDIS, yet I usually made no noise. It felt like I was screaming when I started to read.

"I wonder what life would be like without the Doctor. We do have our breaks where we don't travel with him, but what would it feel like if he was gone from our lives completely. I don't really want to find out, but it has to happen someday. All good things come to an end."

I paused. There's more reading, but I know it won't get any better.

"But what about him? I remember him telling me that he travels because of us, Rory and I. And that we're seared onto his hearts. But if something happened, how would he deal with it? I have Rory, so I'd be fine, but he has no one. Even if I asked River, it wouldn't work. Her timeline is backwards to the Doctors, and to Rory's and mine, too. I just hope he won't stay alone. I know how the Doctor is when he's alone. He acts like a goofball when people are with him, but leave him alone, and he's the oncoming storm going against himself."

I paused again. There's one line left. And I don't know if I want to read it. But this is the last thing from Amy I will have, and I'll read it sometime, anyways.

"And Doctor, if you're reading this, I'm sorry. Amelia Pond."

I inhaled deeply and looked straight ahead of me at the wall, clutching onto the letter for dear life. If I had found this before they left, I probably wouldn't have understood why she said I'm sorry, but I completely understand it now.

I never went into their room. That was their private room in the TARDIS, so I had no need to go in there. And if we weren't having an adventure, I would be tinkering all throughout the night; get bored, make something.

But no, I would've never gone into their room. And the only occasion I would've gone into their room was if... If they left.

I smiled to myself, a sad smile, and folded the piece of paper back up again, stuffing it into my pocket beside my sonic.

Oh, how I miss the Ponds.