She died. She promised that she would never leave me, but it's happened. The one person that was keeping me here is gone; I don't have anything stopping me now.

It was cancer, which is no surprise; every woman in my family has died of some type of cancer. It was ovarian for my Mum. I miss her.

The funeral was three or four days ago. I'm not to shore; everything has lost its meaning, even time.

Dad shocked me into coming out of my haze, that's the only reason why I know that it was that long ago. He was crying, he never cries, I have never seen him cry, not even at his own mother's funeral. For a moment I thought that there was something other than the shallow waters of emotion of which I grew up with, something deeper; but as I walked towards him, he looked up and saw me coming. As quick as lightening he whipped his face, straightened his back and put on that cool indifferent mask.

For a second I thought my Dad wasn't so hard. But when he went back to his normal self, I knew that what I had just seen was a slip up, a very rare thing for him, one which I would never see again. We never really got on; our history together was full of harsh words and slamming doors. Mum was always the peace maker, she was the one that understood me, appreciated me and was always there, was.

So now three or four days after the funeral I find myself on top of my apartment building looking at the sky, thinking of how much of a crazy person I sound and how long it would take to reach the cool cemented ground.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, I'm ready.

"Goodb-"

"Hello"

My eyes snapped open that voice had cut through my calm peaceful haze like a knife through half melted butter. I was instantly aware that there was a person standing to my right, I was just too caught up in my thoughts to have notice before now. I slowly turn my head to the right.

"Hi"

It was a man. My eyes quickly looked him up and down. He was tall, brown hair brown eyes, brown trench coat with a brown pin stripped suit white shirt and tie underneath. His shoes were a brownie colour is well. 'He must like brown'.

I looked back to his face and into his eyes, they were big brown puppy dog eyes, but there was something else something beneath that.

"What's your name?" he asked

He had an accent, sounded like English.

"River, River Song" I replied.