River and I hit off right away. I went for weekly visits at Storm Cage, and we talked and talked, exchanging stories of the eras and planets we'd visited. Loneliness shrouded me like a dark cloud when Rose left me all alone, so it was nice to have a friend again.
On the third visit River wasn't there.
It was Christmas Eve back home on Earth, so I had brought her a gift.
Sneaking past the guards was easy as usual – I would flash my psychic paper and blurt out a random authority. Although my face was the same and my occupations different each time they were always fooled. Idiots.
In her cell, in her place, was a leather bound black journal. A single red balloon was tied to it – to keep it closed. Someone – presumably River had scrawled in messy handwriting 'Merry Christmas Eb!' 'Ah,' I had thought, 'this must be the diary she was talking about,' I picked it up and placed the neatly wrapped vortex manipulator in its place.
With care, I opened the book and read the set of instructions she had written in the front.
RULES OF THE JOURNALS, WRITTEN BY THE DOCTOR, THE HEALER AND RIVER SONG.
Every meeting or major event involving any of the people above must be written in here.
Each entry must be given a name which will not reveal what happened/ happens during the occurrences.
At the beginning of each meeting ask each other which entries they've done as well, only using the name given.
IN NO CONDITIONS CAN YOU READ ANTOTHERS DIARY.
(Short I know, but it leads onto an episode don't worry!)