If you looked through the window of number twenty-six Ocean Drive, you would have seen a young woman in her underwear excitedly pinning her wild hair into place, breathing nervously. A deep purple evening gown hung on the back of her door ready to be worn. She checked her phone regularly, her boyfriend had promised to text her just before he left to pick her up and she had roughly fifteen minutes left to get ready. Just after she checked it for the eleventh time, it buzzed. She snatched it up, smiling, then as quickly as she had been filled with anticipation, her smile faded into an expression of disbelief. Her breathing became quicker with panic and couple of tears leaked out of her thankfully un-done eyes. She heard someone coming up the stairs and tried to arrange her face so that it wouldn't give away her shocked disappointment.

Her father appeared in her doorway. 'Dad, please could you just give me a minute?' She struggled to keep the tears away. 'Melody –' She turned away with a sob. 'Love, what's wrong?' She simply shook her head. 'Tonight was supposed to be perfect...'

'Is John going to be late or something?'

'HE'S NOT EVEN GOING. HE JUST BLOODY BROKE UP WITH ME. THIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!'

'Melody, if you raise your voice again...'

'SHUT UP MUM. JUST BECAUSE YOU AND DAD WERE ALWAYS PERFECT' She slammed her door and lay down and cried on her bed. The time ticked by and she was planning to change into her pyjamas and read a book for the evening when her dad knocked on the door and asked what time she needed to be there. 'Dad, I can't go now. It's embarrassing enough that I've been dumped on prom night and I can't go on my own'

'Melody, darling, I'll take you –'

'No'

'Come on, love, you can dance with me and...'

'No, dad. I can't. I can't face my friends cos I told them John was taking me and everything. Why the hell did this have to happen? A decent guy liked me and now it's all gone'

'Melody, love, I promise I'll make it a great night if you let me take you...'

'But that's not how it's supposed to be. You're meant to go to senior prom with the person you love, so you can have fun dancing with them and for a whole evening not have to worry about anything other than being with them. That was what I was going to do, me and John went out for five months, Dad, and now he's just broken it off for no apparent reason? I just don't understand'

'Darling, I know you don't understand about relationships and love yet. But you deserve to have a fun evening. If you don't want to go with me, then go on your own. You can still have fun dancing on your own and in a group with your friends'

'It won't be the same though' she replied, looking dejectedly out of the window. 'Melody, you need to know something important. Most things in life don't turn out the way you want or expect them to. But this is actually a good thing, because something even better always comes along'

'I wish I could believe that...' she whispered. 'So let me give you a lift to prom. And maybe tonight you'll get a chance to believe it, darling'

'Oh, ok then' she finally smiled. 'Why not? I've got nothing to lose now'

Rory dropped River off halfway along the driveway of the hotel so she didn't have to get out of the car alone in front of everyone. She made her way slowly up the path, managing to balance in her heels. Her dress stopped just past her knees and had translucent straps and a line of glittering stones just under her bust. She had loved it from the moment she'd tried it on. Her shoes were strappy silver sandals with a slight platform.

She looked around at the grounds of the hotel, glad that it was a warm evening so they would walk around outside before the dancing started. It would have been so romantic with John, she had started to think she might love him...

All thoughts went out of the window when she saw the police box so out of place under a big oak tree. She thought it was all a dream when a man came out of the door wearing a suit. 'My mind's been warped by the shock' she told herself. But when he grinned at her and said 'Hello sweetie' she knew this wasn't a dream. She was wary, he could be a drunk. 'Um, hello? I think you've got the wrong girl' she stated sadly.

'As long as you're River Song you're the right girl' he grinned. Her reaction was of confusion, but as soon as she opened her mouth again he cut in. "Do you have a prom date, Miss Song?' She was suddenly downcast again. 'That'll be a no then. Well, River Song, will you go to prom with me?' he grinned. She met his eyes with what he knew was excitedness. 'Well you don't go to my college...'

'Ah, but you're allowed to bring a date from outside of college, aren't you?' he waggled his eyebrows.

'I suppose I could... But how do I know you're not some psycho?'

'Trust me, I'm the Doctor' he grinned.

'Ok then, yes, I will go with you, but any suspicious stuff and I'll deal with you. I know how to handle a gun' she warned him. He knew full well, of course, which was why he was going to give her the best night of her life (so far, anyway).