It's all a bit odd, this whole evening. Part of the Doctor wonders he hasn't had some strange blow to the head and this is the result. But no, that would be ridiculous, wouldn't it?

He's all about to move when suddenly there's the cold touch of a barrel of a gun against his head. His whole body stiffens, not turning, not making a move in the slightest. A bullet to the head would really put a dampener on his day. Slowly, he lifts his hands, opening them, about to put them up, but then she speaks, and oh that voice.

It's been a long time since the Doctor heard that voice, a long time trying to forget it while never truly managing it. She's always there, the voice in his head, the one that guides him, or argues with him when he's on his own. He could never mistake it, never be anything but entirely certain exactly who it belongs to.

The last time he saw her, she was dead.

"River?" the surprise is clear in his voice. Why her, why here? And why has she got a gun pointed to his head?!