The Doctor looked behind him and sighed. Amt was stood there holding the mask. He didn't know what to say to the scot. He turned back to the console and started plotting the next trip. Amy, meanwhile, had sat down and put her ipod on. She had it on full blast and the Doctor glanced at her.

You were my consious

So solid now your like water

We started drowning

Not like we'd sink any further

The Doctor stared at her and Amy finally noticed. "Uh.. Hi... So uh... Where are we goin?" The Doctor shrugged.

"I thought we'd go see the ice rings of Napala. Can you skate?" Amy stared at him.

"Im Scottish." She deadpanned. The Doctor nodded.

"That you are." He smiled and she sighed.

"Doctor can i ask..." He leant against the console, arms folded. "Would you have really killed the starwhale?" The Doctor turned away.

"What was i to do? I could have let it continue in pain, unbearable, never ending pain... or i could have just killed it. Or i could have killed everyone on board." Amy smiled.

Im only human

I have a skelenton in me

But im not the villain

Dispite what your always preaching

"But you didn't know what could have happened... Like i proved. It was like you." The Doctor laughed.

"I'm not the purest of animals. The Starwhale have never killed. Not once. I've killed hundreds." Amy shook her head.

"But everything is better because of you... What would have happened if you hadn't turned up when i was seven? I would probably have died because of prisoner zero. I would have ended up like everyone else possibly cos of the crack in my wall." She blushed slightly. "Doctor your always, as far as i've seen so far, bringing yourself down. Your always saying that you've done so much wrong. But You've done so much good too. You saved me, You saved the world, you saved all those people that prisoner zero had put into that coma." The Doctor looked away, sadness in his eyes.

"I killed an entire race... twice. I killed Donna Noble's life. She can't remember anything about me or she'll die. Rose Tyler is locked into another universe because of me. Micky Smith lost his friends, family and everything because of me. Gwenyth... a girl from the vicorian period. She died because of me." Amy stopped him there.

"You've saved how many?" She started counting on her fingers. "Earth... by what you've said... atleast 4 times. Starship U.K... And that's only what i've seen. You'll save so many more lives no doubt." The Doctor sighed.

"And i'll kill so many more too no doubt." Amy glared.

"Im trying to help you here" she looked unamused The Doctor smiled slightly. "Do... Do you know if there is any other clothes on here. Im gettin kinda sick of running around in my nightie." The Doctor laughed.

"Yeah, i'll show you." They walked in almost silence to a blue door. "Here, this is your room." He opened the door and Amy smiled. An almost exact copy of her room. Except from the dress on the wardrobe. That she was glad of. "The wardrobe is in here..." He pulled open the door that was usually to the attic and there was a whole array of clothes. Amy looked amazed. Every item of clothing she had ever wanted was there.

"Oh... my.. Doctor this is amazing!" The Doctor smiled and turned to leave when he was suddenly stopped. Amy was held onto his stomach. "Thank you..." She whispered and the Doctor smiled.

"It's ok." He cleared his throat and patted her on the head. "Now uh... You get dressed..." He said feeling akward.

"Ok. I'll meet you in the console room afterward." The Doctor nodded.

Five minutes later, Amy was back in the console room wearing a denim skirt and a red top. "So, how do i look?" the Doctor smiled.

"You look great." Amy blushed slightly.

"So what else have you seen?" The Doctor smiled.

"I've seen the beetles in the Cavern club. What a night that was!" Amy folded her arms. "What? Ringo is great!" The Scot groaned.

"Sorry, George is my favourite."

"That's devistating."

"So was Ringo's playing." They continued that way, barely noticing the phone ringing.

"Answer that for me." Amy picked up.

"Hello?" Silence. "No really... who?" She looked at the Doctor. "The Prime minister for you."

"Which one?"

"Which one?" The Doctor smiled. "The brittish one."

"Which one?" She glared.
"Which one?" Her eyes grew wide. "Winston Churchil for you."