A sharp, strong smell filled Amy's nostrils as she woke. The aroma was thick and greasy, but appetising and delicious at the same time. Bacon.

She opened her eyes slowly, rubbing them with the back of her hand and sitting up. She swung her legs over the edge of her bed, feet gliding across the soft fabric and onto the cold floor, and she stood up. The smell grew stronger and stronger and she tailed it, sniffing gently as her legs guided her to where the source of the smell was coming from.

Sooner or later, Amy was in the doorway of the kitchen, observing the Doctor's awful cooking skills.

"Shit!" he swore to himself loudly as he burnt the tips of his fingers, whimpering and sucking them for a split second. "Ow!"

Amy tried to suppress her giggle but failed, drawing the Doctors attention to her. He jumped slightly and yelled out.

"Amy!" He gasped. "You scared the livin' day lights out of me!"

She laughed again and stepped inside, pressing her palms against the kitchen counter near him and leaning forward ever so slightly. "I smell bacon."

He glanced at her, smirking. "Glad to know you have a sense of smell, Pond. Next thing you'll be telling me you can see as well!"

She punched his arm playfully, tutting, "shut up, stupid face."

He mimed zipping his lips and continued to cook disastrously, the edges of the bacon blackening slightly.

"I think it's done, you know." She suggested. "Unless you like your bacon charred and very, very, crispy."

"The bacons not for me, Pond. So sit, now..." He gestured towards the kitchen table with the spatula he was holding, "unless you'd rather me eat it, instead."

She obediently sat down, pouting slightly. "Fine..."

He buttered two slices of bread generously, coating it with the delicious yellow spread before sandwiching the bacon inbetween. He cut the sandwich in half and handed the plate to Amy. "Bacon buttie to get you started for the day, then off we go!"

Amy laughed hollowly. She knew he was aiming to distract her from her tormenting grief, and he was trying his hardest, but it was still there, although her mood had been brightened considerably. "Where exactly would we be off to?"

He grinned and winked. "You'll see. Now hurry up and finish, you need to get dressed. There is no way in the entire fabric of space and time I would take you somewhere in your nightie..."

"You did on our first trip." Amy interrupted.

"...again." He finished. "Bloody hell, Pond, can you at least let me finish?" His words had a sarcastic sternness to them, and he smiled once more before leaving.

Amy resumed eating her breakfast, taking bites varying in size. Her mouth filled with a delicious taste that she had never experienced before, and possibly never again. It was sweet yet salty, warm and crispy yet soft, unlike any bacon (or food in general, for that matter) she had ever tasted.

Reluctantly taking the last bite, she sighed and stood up from her chair. Her plans were to shower, get dressed, and the rest was down to the Doctor.

She wandered slowly around the never ending time machine, hunting for a bathroom somewhere inside the selection of rooms dotted along the vast corridors. She had almost given up after two kitchens, eight bedrooms, a movie theatre and a reptile room (her scream of surprise and terror wasn't as loud as she thought it would be when she discovered it) before finally, with great relief, a moderately sized, fancy bathroom beheld itself to her. The walls were a pale cream colour, with small paintings lined across to accentuate the room. In the middle of the room was an elegant bath tub, with a shower at the corner of the room, a huge sink with a mirror that took up an entire small wall, and a toilet. It smelt fresh and lemony, not quite as strong as bleach but not as strong as the sickeningly sweet air freshener her aunt Sharon frequently used when she was a child.

Carefully and quietly, she crept to the tub and turned the hot water tap on, allowing the bath to fill with water whilst she added a drop of some strange alien bubble bath the Doctor had received from a planet called Chjartha in return for saving it. According to the Time Lord, it left your skin as soft as a newborn baby's and your mind clear from troubles. Something about the fragrance, he had said.

As the tub filled, she carefully undid the top button of her nightie and allowed it to slip down her shoulders, eventually letting it fall to her feet and stepping out of it. She rid herself of her underclothes as well, leaving everything in a neat, small pile next to it. She stepped inside the tub, lowering herself slowly inside, and almost instantly her nerves were calmed, for almost a second her grief vanished, all her worries left as soon as the water consumed her body, until she was completely unaware of everything.

Including the fact that she forgot to lock the door. . .

(Sorry for not updating this chapter sooner. It was my birthday on Friday (20th Nov) and last nights episode killed me. RIP Clara Oswald ❤️☁️)