I’m tired and I’m wrecked. I can’t sleep or eat because all I can do is worry. Rory says it’s getting unhealthy, but he’s always by my side holding my hand as the TARDIS rocks and spins as we go off to find her. I need her to be brave, and there’s no doubt she will be, but I need to be brave too. I need the Doctor to save her. To save my melody.