He sat alone.

The Doctor sat in what could be called motion. He wasn't moving unless he counted breathing, thinking, digesting, beyond that was nothing. He sat on a park bench watching the passersby. Just a man sitting amongst the crowd, a forgettable face had it not been for his faded magician's jacket with red lining, he needed to get a newer one; his wife, River, had told him as much. He always listened to River, unless one wanted to feel the scorn of his unhappy wife.

So far, River's pregnancy was fairly easy, save for a few bumps along the road. They weren't quite sure as to when she was due as she refused to see a doctor.

The Doctor smiled in spite of himself for his thoughts had trailed off to his wife not wanting to see a doctor.

River herself had only found out a few weeks before, as her belly hadn't been showing yet. She had her ideas and had missed her monthly, but wasn't sure. She hadn't told The Doctor until a few days after she absolutely knew that she was with child. She wanted to surprise him, which he was, after the initial high of shock came down.

He sat watching the people hustle and bustle about, going here and there, stopping to look at something, and continuing on. He made up names for them and gave them random backstories, explaining who there were and where they came from in his mind. It passed the time and he only did it so he wouldn't think of the future. He was tired of running but he no longer had a choice in the the matter, he made his bed and now he had to lie in it.

He didn't want to think about where he knew River was going and that was to the Library. He knew this to be fact as he himself had witnessed it in his tenth form. He knew that she was going there, he knew that she was going to die. All the time they've been together, he knew the exact date, time and place where he would never see her again and it pained him.

With Susan, Sarah Jane, Donna, Amy, Clara, Rose, Jack…he never knew when they would leave but eventually, they did.

Time can be rewritten. He told her unable to do anything as he sat handcuffed to a pillar.

She looked at him, tears in her eyes and love in her words, fear passed over her face for a second as she thought that he might actually rewrite the past.

Not those times. Not one line. Don't you dare! It's okay. It's okay, it's not over for you. You'll see me again. You've got all of that to come. You and me, time and space. You watch us run!

River, you know my name. You whispered my name in my ear! There's only one reason I would ever tell anyone my name. There's only one time I could…he looked on at the woman he never knew until that day but knew that she was someone from his future with the way she talked and approached him.

She smiled a smile of bittersweet joy as the countdown approached zero. Hush now. Spoilers…her last words.

She knew him and the future they shared. She knew everything about him, who he was and who he would become.

With the new baby on the way, The Doctor wanted to rewrite time more than ever and had the capacity to do so. He knew this and it only served to make him want to rewrite her past even more but she didn't want him to. His River didn't want any of it, he came when called and had to watch her die. He did save her, quite literally, but he would never be able to see her again and the worst part of all of it was that he knew and she didn't.

It's like I'm murdering her…and what of the child?

Suddenly, he had an idea, an idea that would bring a smile to her face.

The cot!

He wanted to see her happy, if she was going to die, then he wanted to make every moment he spent with her count.

He ran back to his T.A.R.D.I.S. that he parked inside of a storage area in the back of one of the little shops. He ran around the inside of his bigger on the inside machine and knew exactly where he was going.

When he reached his destination, the room lit up. The room that was more of a large closet was placed somewhere deep inside the T.A.R.D.I.S. and he knew no one was likely to walk down a way that led to this room. The Doctor and his police box had an unspoken agreement that if ever anyone who was not him found themselves nearing this pinpoint on a map that never seemed to end, the T.A.R.D.I.S. would rearrange herself to lead away, for this cupboard held his past. This place was something that only he knew of and knew that if anyone knew, his deepest and darkest secrets could unfold and the person who wondered about would know who he is and what he was.

Toward the back, there sat a cradle covered with a white sheet as to avoid dust. When The Doctor felt nostalgic and didn't want to save the universe, he'd disappear into this room and dig though the things that he once used along time ago. Now, it sat on boxes and shelves collecting dust and more than likely never to have a purpose anymore.

The Doctor remembered something Rory the Roman asked him, "But where did you get a cot?" The father of The Doctor's wife stood nearby.

Upon further examination Amy said aloud, "It's old. Really old. Doctor…do you have children?"

"No." he answered.

"Have you ever had children?"

Yes. However, he pretended to ignore the rest of what they parents were saying.

"Who slept in here?" Amy asked as The Doctor placed the baby into the old, wooden thing with Galifreyan writing.

My children…