I've had this idea for a while, but finally have time to write it. I'm not sure how this is going to go, yet, but thanks for reading my story. I, of course, have no rights to anything.

River Song woke up. That was unexpected. She held a hand to her head. This headache was going to be bothersome especially with the sun so blind – there. It went behind a cloud. Much better. As she looked around the grassy field, she saw her friends. The memories came back in a flood. Of the library, the Doctor – that impossible man – the plan, and – oh, that wasn't very nice – dying. So where was she?

"He saved you." River looked at the little girl. Who was she? "I'm CAL. Well, really my name is Charlotte, but that doesn't really matter right not." River was a little confused, head still throbbing from the transfer.

"The Doctor saved me? Oh, that stupid, impossible man." She smiled sadly. She missed him so much, even though she had only just left him. Although, really, it wasn't this young Doctor she missed. Her heart ached thinking of her husband, with his accent and ridiculous eyebrows.

"You know that as the central database, I can hear you?" River looked startled at CAL, no Charlotte. The girl took River's hand. "I just found out my father isn't real. It must hurt even more for you." A bald man in round spectacles standing nearby nodded.

"I'm Dr. Moon. I'm here to help you assimilate. Whatever it takes. Including your memories." He tilted his chin to a point just behind her.

A hand clapped on her shoulder. "River!" She knew that voice.

"Hello, sweetie." She spun around and kissed her husband. It had been, for her, a year since Darillium. A long year, filled with work leading up to the Library. A year with a piece of her ripped away, both hearts broken. But here, with him, it felt like even longer.