River's thoughts
She danced into her cell, waltzing to music unheard by anyone but her. Pausing only to switch off the alarm that heeded her return - really, they never learned - River returned to cell 46 in the Stormcage Containment Facility and dreamed of her husband.
Her Doctor, her mad man in a box. The love of her life, the sole reason for her existence. An entire childhood, gone in an instant, spent conditioning and training her to be the Silence's secret weapon: a trap the Doctor couldn't refuse. The daughter of his best friends, the daughter of time itself. River Song, Melody Pond, the woman who kills the Doctor. She was raised to fear him, to see him for the manipulative and destructive "oncoming storm" that he was. Who else was she going to fall in love with?
She lives for the days when she sees him, but longs for a time when he knew all about her, the times they spent immediately after their wedding atop the pyramid. For their timeline is far from linear, far from perfect. The curse of being a Time Lord, the inability to predict the closeness to ones own spouse - does it still count if either party is not aware of the connection? Is it a true marriage then, or is the bond broken, contorted by the demons of time? The never ending stream of questions plague her wherever she goes, waking or sleeping, she dreams of the Doctor and what could have been, but never will.
Time, what a curse. As a child of the TARDIS, the last type 40 in the universe, conceived in the Time Vortex itself and married to the last of the Time Lords of Gallifrey, one would assume that River Song of all people would be used to the complexities and challenges presented by such a seemly innocent concept. And that would be true, to an extent. Just because she was used to it, didn't mean she had to like it. She knew that a day was coming, the day that may end up being her last, when she looked into the eyes of her husband, her Doctor, and he didn't have the faintest idea who she was. She knew that it was coming, but she prayed that it would not be soon, prayed that she could explore the universe with her husband, travel through time and space in that big, blue box for just a bit longer. She prayed to every deity from every galaxy, in every language she knew, that she could hold on to the Doctor for ever.
However, dreams are only that: a thing of the imagination, brought on by desperation and depression.
"Professor Song?" Inquired the guard, snapping the Time Lady from her reverie.
"Yes?" She replied, rather irritated by the interruption.
"You have a message from a Mr Lux? Something about going to a Library?"
Perhaps the Doctor would meet her there...she had always wanted to visit the Library. Yes, she would call him as soon as soon as she left. Her only wish was that he would be HER Doctor, the one who knew who she was. Recently, he had been the devoted husband and lover she knew him to be, she had no need of her favourite word, the one word which summed up her entire relationship with the impossible man.
"Spoilers."