"So, what do you say, Mrs. Robinson, to a good old fashioned Gallifreyan dinner?"
River rolled her eyes at the nickname, "I told you not to call me that, sweetie, and besides, since when do you cook anyways?"
"I love to cook River! I used to cook all the time, f-for Rose, and," he frowned, his voice faltering. "And for D-Donna. I cooked loads f-for Donna. That brilliant, brilliant Donna Noble. Anyway, that was long ago, long, long time ago. You know, how about we go have pasta with the Mongols instead? Sounds like a much better idea, come along Song."
He darted around the console, pressing buttons and pulling levers when a memory came into his head, a memory hundreds of years old, a memory he'd forced himself to forget.
A flash of scarlet dominated his vision as Donna turned on her heel, hair flying over her shoulder, "Doctor! Are you even paying attention?"
The Doctor turned, snapping to attention after he had zoned out, "What?"
"I said I'm going to get some chips."
"Alright, ummm, I'll just be on this bench."
"You alright, Spaceman?"
He smiled, "Fine, just, thought I saw someone I knew."
In fact he had seen someone, Sarah-Jane, strolling across the park with Luke, eating ice-cream and laughing. The Doctor shook his head, and grinned widely as Donna approached. The pair of them sat and laughed, and after a few minutes, his hand sneaked over, capturing one of Donna's chips between his slender fingers. Donna noticed, slapping his hand, the chip falling pitifully to the ground, "Oi! Watch it Spaceman!"
"Oi! Watch it Earth girl," he said back, moving his head side to side in a movement he thought was sassy.
Donna deadpanned, staring at him before she snorted, bursting into guffaws.
"Oh that was awful, I'm never doing that again. Anyways, we better get going."
Donna stood up, "Where are we going?"
"June 28th, 1838, we're going to go watch the coronation of Queen Victoria. Allons-y!"
"Oh, where was I," the Doctor said, realizing he'd been staring into space for at least three minutes.
"Pasta," River said gently, stroking his arm. "With the Mongols."
"Right, pasta, Mongols, well, off we pop."
"Sweetie," River called, still standing next to the console, staring at her husband who had his hand on the door. "Who was Donna Noble?"
The Doctor swallowed hard, "She, Donna Noble was my best friend."
"Tell me about her my love."
The Doctor turned around, walking up the steps and sitting in the pilots chair, pulling River down with him, "It started with a wedding..."