As they walked down the street a few snowflakes fluttered down from the sky and settled on Rivers curly, blonde hair.
"Looks like a storms a-brewing, Dr Song." He laughed, brushing the tiny snowflakes from her hair.
"Shush, you." She said laughing never-the-less. After a while the few flakes that had been harmless enough turned into a blizzard.
"Finally, some real snow!" The Doctor laughed, holding out his hands and sticking out his tongue. River joined in laughing, never had she seen a grown man stick his tongue out to catch the snow. Then again, the Doctor wasn't an ordinary man. The thing about the Doctor was he was so full of surprises, never a man to do things twice, but every time he made things special. River laughed again, they danced around in the snow a bit before River finally decided The Doctor, even if he couldn't tell himself, was getting cold. She looked around the street for anywhere they could go. It was a quaint little street, with lights shining brightly in almost every window. She could tell it was the main street, the buildings were shops and odd villagers hurried to get out of the snow, bags in hand. From one of the buildings she could hear Christmas music being played, as the door opened yellow light spilled out and a rowdy crowd could be heard singing along and laughing. River decided this would probably be some sort of Inn. She came to the conclusion that it would be the best place to warm up, and, if need be, to stay the night. Dragging the complaining Doctor through the snow towards it, she could hear him mutter words like "I wasn't even cold" and "it was actual snow". River smiled, she just couldn't get over the fact he was such 9 years old at heart.
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Stepping into the warm inn, she automatically searched for an open spot. It looked like most of the village was here, all squashed into the tiny pub. She found a spot and, still dragging the Doctor, rushed through the crowd of people, just managing to sit down. As the Doctor sat down next to her, she noticed just how red his cheeks were. Laughing she put her hands on them.
"And you said you weren't cold. Oh, sweetie, you are such a bad liar." She took off her warm jacket and hastily tied up her soaked hair.
"Excuse me, sir?" The Doctor called to the man sitting at the next table, he turned around, his cheeks red but not from the cold but from all the alcohol. "Could you possibly tell me what date it is?" The man looked strangely at The Doctor before answering.
"Why it's the –hic- 24th of December 19 –hic- 32. Where 'ave you been living, -hic- pal? Under a bloomin' rock?"
"No, just travelling." He turned away from the drunken little man and spoke back to River
"Yes, I'm right. There should be nothing to worry about, no death or aliens as I said; it was quite a quiet little period. Well… Apart from the beginning of the Second world war, which, surprisingly enough began when a Sa-"He caught River's eye. He was rambling away again.
"Sorry," he said leaning back into the chair, still smiling.
"Oh, it's fine. I do love it when you ramble." And with that she winked.
