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All things considered, it could have been worse. If the Doctor hadn't been there, many more people would have died. Amy knew that didn't help him because three people had died. He had that grim, forced cheerfulness about him, acting like he wasn't truly bothered. Amy let herself be shoved off with Rory to their room, like good little boys and girls. She and Rory put on a movie and then dozed for a while before getting a snack. Rory fell asleep soon after. As Amy laid there with her husband her mind turned towards the Doctor. Groaning she kissed Rory on the cheek before rolling out of the bed and walking out of the room.

Amy wandered through several rooms, all of them empty. Usually TARDIS would nudge her in the right direction, but she was silent today. Finally Amy found him in a room she swore she had looked in three times. He was sitting in a chair with his back to the door, looking at a monitor of some sort. It looked like something out of the 80's. The console he was using also looked ancient. Amy walked into the room and was about to speak before she realized what was on the screen.

Her brow furrowed and she moved closer to get a better look, hardly believing her eyes. She quietly moved until she was right behind the chair. She watched the screen for a while longer before yelling "Doctor!" She would freely admit to the entrainment she felt when he jerked in his chair.

"What!" He looked around wildly before settling on her. A guilty look flashed over his face and if she didn't know better Amy would have bet he thought about covering the monitor with his body. "Amy. What do you want? I'm busy. Go to bed. Where's Rory? You should find Rory. Nothing good ever comes from him rambling about the TARDIS. You go look in the East and West, and I'll look North and South." He stood up. "Well, let's go shall we?"

Amy grabbed him before he had a chance to slither away. "Doctor, what are you doing?"

"Doing?" He stared at her with a completely innocent and confused face.

She pointed to the monitor. The Doctor looked like he'd never seen the screen or the console in his life. "Oh, um…"

Amy fixed him with a look. The Doctor fidgeted.

"It was… it was something a mate of mine suggested. A… stress reliever."

"Stress reliever."

"…"

"So, when things go bad, but not horrible, this is what you do?"

"Yes."

"So, all that stuff throughout history, that was you, just mucking about?"

"Yes."

"Alright," Amy patted him on the chest. "G'night. I'm going back to Rory.

"Goodnight Amy."

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"If you don't stop pacing I might just throw my tea at you, and then you'd have to make me more."

The Doctor stood still and gave Donna an aggravated look. "I can't. I'm-" he made nonsensical hand gestures to explain the restlessness and negative energy still within him.

Donna softened. Their latest escapade hadn't been the kindest on the Doctor. She understood that, but he was driving her bonkers. "Why don't you doing something to relax? Winding yourself up ain't going to help."

"Oh, and what would you suggest, Donna?"

Donna was silent for a moment as she thought. "You could do what every good Martin does."

The Doctor gave a thoroughly exhausted sigh and asked, almost against his will "And what does every good Martin do?"

"Make crop circles."

The Doctor stared at her, gob smacked.

"Yeah," Donna said warming to her subject "You can make all sorts of weird or fancy patterns. Doing stuff that no one else understands is right up your ally."

"Crop circles?"

"Yeah." Donna stood up, her tea in one hand and grabbed the Doctor with her other to drag him off. "C'mon, lets go try it right now."

The Doctor could do nothing but stumble behind her. On the plus side, his mind was completely taken off his earlier dark thoughts.