Seven

"So you mean to tell me you're a time traveler who's ship is bigger on the inside."

He sighed. "This is usually the part where I show you the ship." She shrugged. "So show me the ship. You've been lurking around my town for a couple of weeks now. I'd be interested to learn more about you Doctor."

He nodded. "Very well, but the problem is I don't have my ship with me right now. It's back where I parked it, with Amy." She shrugged. "Okay, so take me there."

He got up from the coffee shop and walked down streets quietly with his hands in his pocket. Buffy looked over at him.

"Amy spoke of your wife, but I've never heard you mention her. Where is she?"

He sighed. "Prison." Buffy was obviously surprised by this. "Oh. Wow. For what?" He didn't break pace or look at her. "Murder. Mine specifically."

Buffy looked confused, but he didn't explain for a little while until she nudged him and he seemed to be drawn out of her memories. "She didn't of course, but not for lack of trying."

Buffy turned back forward, still confused. "She must be pretty wonderful to make you forgive something like that. What's she like?"

The Doctor smiled slightly. "Hell. In high heels... but beyond that she's... wonderful. She's called Professer River Song. She has this hair. It's blonde and curled like an Afro. She always knocks me back into line when I fall apart, so I'm always there when she needs me.

Buffy nodded slowly. "I can tell you love her. Why is Amy so worried about her?"

"River's her daughter." She sighed and laughed a little. "Jesus Doctor. Isn't that a little chimo-y."

He laughed. "River's older then I am. Well this regeneration is. She was a toddler once. River's part time lord because she was conceived in the TARDIS."

"That's your ship right?" He nodded. "We're here. I'll show you."