It had been a blur. The Doctor had said his goodbyes; he had said he'd come back. But she knew she was kidding herself. He wouldn't come back, unless she caught his attention. And with the whole universe vying for him to notice them, she had a slim chance.

"Another one." She nodded at the bartender, who slid another shot across the smooth countertop.

Thinking about the Doctor again, hey eyes wandered around to a tall, slim man, with unruly black hair. He immediately turned around, noticing her presence. She refused to break her stare, and like she expected, he walked over, his brows furrowing together.

She didn't know why she was so curious about him. He was, to say the least, out of place.

"Excuse me; can I help you with something?" His voice glided along his tongue, velvety and smooth.

"Sort of." She muttered, her Scottish accent slurring against her words. "You really don't belong here... are you looking for someone?"

"When did he leave you?" He asked, smirking.

She stopped in the middle of her drink, slowly putting it down. "What do you want from me?" She asked, looking down, getting ready to run. Was he looking for her because of the Doctor? How else could he possibly know that he had left her?

"What?" The man questioned, obviously surprised at her response.

"I swear I have no clue to where he is. Please just don't-" He placed a cold hand on her shoulder, and she whipped her head around, ready to scream, but when she looked into his eyes, she realized he was not trying to hurt her.

"Calm down. I'm not here to harm you." He paused, sighing. "Sherlock Holmes." He said, extending his hand.

"Amelia. Amelia Pond. But you can just call me Amy."