My brain was working too fast again. Instead of running around like a hyper adolescent human, I sat down right in the middle of the floor. If there was one thing the Buddhists brought to the universe, it was the concept of mindful meditation. Letting your mind catch up with itself. Not necessarily clearing it, but focusing on the present moment. Of course, my present moment was millions of years into Earth's "past." (I kept track of Earth time by the apparent age of my Companions. At this point, Amy and Rory were in their mid-twenties.) I'd just plopped into a prehistoric field and told the faithful Companions to go play with dinosaurs and take special care not to die a horrible death.

I smiled. Amy and Rory had quickly become my entire world. My everything, in more ways than one. Happy, happy Ponds. My Ponds.

My thoughts drifted to my other Pond. I had known River for a very long time now. Ever since the Library. Sadness twinged in the back of my mind. That was the last time she'd ever saw me, and the first time I'd ever seen her. I was depressed for a very long time after her death, even though I did save her consciousness. Ten was prone to that. Large bouts of depression. I had lost so very much during those years. But, to be fair, that's when I gained River, even if she had died upon our "first" meeting. I showed up at her doorstep as she had told me about, and, as she said, I sobbed mercilessly. I didn't want her to die. But I couldn't stop it from happening. It became part of those events. She didn't understand why I was crying so hard. And I couldn't explain. The only thing I could do was hug her as tightly as I could. The universe lost a remarkable woman that day.

Happy thoughts, Doctor, think happy thoughts! Think of the times you snuck River out of Stormcage at midnight and didn't return her for a week of your own time. Think of dancing with her at someone else's wedding pretending it was your own. Think of the nights that you kicked Amy and Rory into some romantic city and locked the front door, just so you could have some precious alone time with your wife. Think of what she did during that alone time.

My grin widened. Oh, yes. Alone time was even better than fish fingers and custard.

I dwelled on that for a while, the idiotic smile remaining across my face. I ignored the door opening, figuring the Ponds were bored with the dinosaurs or had almost gotten themselves eaten.

A sultry chuckle met my ears, and I turned my head without opening my eyes. Amy usually didn't laugh like that (usually) and it definitely wasn't Rory (I hoped).

"Meditating about me again, my love?"

My eyes sprang open as my mind lurched with excitement once again.