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[fairytaled]

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Again.

That same expression. Those same eyes. So very wide. Bright. Curious. There. She's here. Again.

Amy Pond is back. ]

Oh, brill'.

[ A sigh. Let's go through the drill: ] Skin and bones with the nose? Bowtie? [ This is where you say 'polo.' ]

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[beforethewar]

[Well, look who's happy! Someone she....probably has no clue about anymore. But hey, he lives in hope.]

Amy! Hello again. It's been a long time. As you can see, Rory's found you and the other me is around here somewhere.

[fairytaled]

[ Thus, the beginning of Amy Pond's time to be approached with the same assumption again and again. Again and again.

Her expression constricts; it furrows with confusion. The mix of things and she's sorting through that mind that's not doing quite well. A mix of things, memories and time which does it's own. Twists, leaves out strands here and there.

She's trying to resort. She's back here. She's been here before. Right. She must know you. Right? Right. Of course. 'Hello again.'





... But she's not going to pretend. It's already exhausting. Have a look better described as: ????????????? ]

[beforethewar]

[He swallows, trying not to look as disappointed as he feels. This happened with Rose, only weeks ago. Coming back and having no clue who he is at all.]

...ah. Yes, sometimes when someone disappears and returns, they don't remember a thing.

You'll probably be getting this a lot today, since there are a number of us, but I'm the Doctor. Younger than the one you traveled with.

I'm sure Rory will be overjoyed to have you back.

[fairytaled]

[ Amy would definitely feel that guilt if she could actually see it. It takes a bit of squinting to read a Doctor. Sometimes it's just worn on his face. No matter the difference in features, it's the same. Like freckles. Something always there.

Much more noticeable as he ages. ]

Oh.

[ This is going to be something. She's going to have to get used to. Yeah, this isn't going to work. ]

Right.
















[ After the most excruciating pause: ] You look... nice.

[beforethewar]

[There's a dry chuckle and a small smile, one hand self-consciously ruffling through his curls.]

Ah...well...thank you. You, as always, look lovely yourself.

Did he ever tell you about regeneration, or did I just drop a bombshell on you?