[ Standing opposite him, far too casually for having just endured two near-death incidents and making a narrow escape, River's in a similar state. A spark of excitement lights her eyes, the thrill of being alive, and looking at him across the lift, she starts laughing. ]
Oh, Doctor, I've missed this.
[ Caught up in the moment, the words have a breathless honesty, but she isn't sad. Far from it. It's a wonderful feeling, a return of something lost.
She isn't blind to the distance between them. She's let him set the pace, tried to follow his lead. But as she reaches up to take hold of the leather ceiling strap, she leans in close, pressing her hand to his chest and letting it linger just a moment too long. Her eyes still shimmer with mirth as she pulls back. ] I think after that display you owe me a proper glass of wine.
[ She settles back against the chain-link as the lift lurches to life again, still watching him, and it doesn't take long to realize something's changed, the glow of their adventure leeching out of her. River's rarely entirely at ease. A certain amount of paranoia is built into her. But she always feels safe with the Doctor.
She's even less prepared when she stops seeing the Doctor entirely. Closing her eyes, she tamps down on rising anger, rising fear that she'll deny later, and when the lift pauses, she beats the Doctor out easily, not caring where they are. ]
It's just a room. [ Her confusion settles over her as she starts toward the table, and then everything changes. ] Oh.
[ Some part of her knows, deep down, this isn't real, can't be real.
It's her parents' living room. Late 40's? Amy's working on one of her novels, and she can hear Rory in the kitchen. River sits next to Anthony in the floor. He's just starting to crawl now. She won't have many more days with them like this; it's too much of a risk. ]
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Oh, Doctor, I've missed this.
[ Caught up in the moment, the words have a breathless honesty, but she isn't sad. Far from it. It's a wonderful feeling, a return of something lost.
She isn't blind to the distance between them. She's let him set the pace, tried to follow his lead. But as she reaches up to take hold of the leather ceiling strap, she leans in close, pressing her hand to his chest and letting it linger just a moment too long. Her eyes still shimmer with mirth as she pulls back. ] I think after that display you owe me a proper glass of wine.
[ She settles back against the chain-link as the lift lurches to life again, still watching him, and it doesn't take long to realize something's changed, the glow of their adventure leeching out of her. River's rarely entirely at ease. A certain amount of paranoia is built into her. But she always feels safe with the Doctor.
She's even less prepared when she stops seeing the Doctor entirely. Closing her eyes, she tamps down on rising anger, rising fear that she'll deny later, and when the lift pauses, she beats the Doctor out easily, not caring where they are. ]
It's just a room. [ Her confusion settles over her as she starts toward the table, and then everything changes. ] Oh.
[ Some part of her knows, deep down, this isn't real, can't be real.
It's her parents' living room. Late 40's? Amy's working on one of her novels, and she can hear Rory in the kitchen. River sits next to Anthony in the floor. He's just starting to crawl now. She won't have many more days with them like this; it's too much of a risk. ]