Amy just loved the moments when the Tardis was just suspended in space. She could just look down on Earth, and not have to worry about anything trying to kill her, Rory, or the Doctor. It was peaceful. Then, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw something drift toward the Tardis. As it came closer, Amy saw it was an old-fashioned glass bottle. It had something inside of it. Amy reached out and pulled it inside. There was a note in it, a postcard, maybe, written in neat handwriting. She pulled it out and read it softly to herself.

Dear Doctor,

How have you been? I'am safe, happy, and well. Nothing coming out and trying kill me every other planet. Glitz has been behaving himself for the most part, and everything aboard the Nosferatu II is running smoothly. We've been thinking about you everyday, though. I miss you. Feel free to pop by for a visit sometime, just have the Tardis scan for our ship. I'll write soon.

Love, Mel
P.S. Be sure to tell Ace we said hello!

Without looking up from the postcard, Amy called, "Doctor?"

From the consul came his reply of, "Yes, Amy?"

"Do you know anyone named Mel?"

The Doctor looked up. "Yes. Why?"

Amy walked over to him and put the note in his hand. "I think someone sent you a postcard."

The Doctor read it over, a smile forming on his face, as he remembered the last conversation he had with Mel.

I'll send you a postcard.

But I haven't an address.

Oh, I'll put it in a bottle and fling it into space. It'll reach you. In time.

He remembered that smile she had on her face as he sent her on her way with a little nudge on nose. He chuckled. "She was right."

Amy was confused. "Sorry?"

"What? Oh, Mel told me, before she left, that she would send me a postcard," he held up the note proudly. "And here it is! Brilliant, she was."

"Well, where is she now?"

"Oh, she's still traveling. Just not with me anymore. But she's safe and happy. That's all that matters."

"Why'd she leave you?"

"It was just her time, I guess."

"All right, Doctor." Amy left the Doctor to his tinkering on the Tardis, as she retired to her room. She still had one question on her mind, but she could ask him later. As she walked down the corridors, she was still thinking about the post script of Mel's postcard. Who was Ace?