+ “Walking down the stairs, how dramatic!” - Karen Gillan
"I miss you, too." His old, croaky voice replied. The Doctor shook his head as though Amy could see, "Nobody is hurting me, I’m just old.. It’s been very long." he then murmured. "Is everything going alright with you? Nobody’s hurt my little Amelia, have they?" His eyes then looked down to his watch, it showed him that he had 55 minutes remaining, though he didn’t know whether he could bear to see Amy, or bear her to see him so old and greying. She remembered him as someone youthful, he didn’t want her to see him last as an old man.
"Oh to see you old. My young man who always stayed so young when we grew old." She said with a small laugh. "We’re safe, me, Rory and the Baby." She said with a sad smile. "I could come. River gave me her vortex manipulator, I could be there for your start and your end, if you want me to."
"Yes, I’ll always be me." He replied with a small chuckle, "But I won’t be the same me, and this might be the last time we talk.. At least in my time-line." Slowly the Doctor opened his eyes, worried if his new self wouldn’t want to talk to Amy like he was now. Though for a brief second, his hearts skipped a beat as he had imagined Angels on the rooftop with him. "You’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to me, Amelia.. did you know that? ..Seared onto my hearts."
Amy closed her eyes as he listened to his voice. “You were some of the best parts of my life.” She said quietly. “You were my life. I miss you.” She said quietly. “You’re okay though. Is someone hurting you?”
Unfortunately for Amy, the only sounds the Doctor really seemed to be making were those of empty breaths. “Because this silly old man in a box is old, very old.. and I think everything is about to change.” The Doctor murmured into the phone, his eyes slowly closing to focus on his dear Amelia more than the skyline view that was before him.
Amy held the phone tighter as he spoke. “Hey, don’t be scared. You’ve done it before, it’s okay. Everything will be okay in the end, eh?” She said and smiled sadly. “You’ll change but you’ll still be you, that’s what you said right?”
"I’m not trying to sell anything.." He said with a small breathless laugh as she was still so Scottish, the Doctor shook his head as a small smile crept onto his lips. Amelia’s voice was helping to settle his nerves about regenerating, he could already feel it would be a big one as it had been too long. “I think you might need a Doctor.. or, I think you’ll find that one might need you instead.” The time-lord replied, shivering slightly at the nippy air.
Amelia stopped what she was doing when he said it. She leant against the side. “It’s you.” She said before sinking down and sitting on the floor holding the phone to her ear. “Why would a silly old man in a box need me?” She said quietly listening to every noise that came from the phone.
He remained silent, listening to Amelia’s voice as she finally answered. It was a few moments until a small, hoarse laugh made a short appearance. “Williams..” The Doctor then finally murmured into the phone, “I suppose the name has finally stuck.” his voice croaked; his age was finally catching up to him with greying hair and wrinkles appearing daily.
"Well it is my second name. Can I ask who this is? Because if you’re selling something i would rather cope with my 2 year old son who is currently trying to throw bits of food into my hair, Alexander!" She said and he went quiet and placed with his food, "Can I have a name?"