Waking up River glanced to her side, The Doctor was sleeping, that was uncommon. Oh he slept, but not often. But, she thought, given what the other Doctor had said, he probably needs to catch up on a lot, she'd only returned today - yesterday? - after all. She had missed this, sleeping in the same bed. They could never last longer than maybe - if they were lucky - a few moments cuddling, too used to sleeping alone made it very difficult for them to get used to sharing a bed.

As River thought about what had happened, she couldn't believe that she hadn't paid attention to the TARDIS, how could she have forgotten where The Doctor had parked his, and heaven knows why she ended up there. Things happened for a reason, "never ignore a coincidence" The Doctor was always saying, "unless you're busy, in which case always ignore coincidence." She was choosing to ignore it at the moment.

For several minutes River debated about whether she should get up or not, she finally decided to get out of bed, she carefully got out of the bed, threw on a robe, kissed The Doctor's cheek and quietly left the room to head to the console. Upon reaching it she found Clara sitting on the stairs, looking as if she hadn't slept at all.

"Clara?" she looked up at River having heard her name.

"Oh hello, River," she said rather unconsciously. "Sleep well?"

"Depends..." she took a seat by Clara, "did you sleep well?"

"No, I didn't sleep at all."

"Couldn't?"

"More or less," she glanced up the stairs, "is he actually sleeping?"

"I guess so."

"That's a surprise," Clara was making a statement, apparently he still wasn't sleeping.

"Yes, I suppose so." River wasn't sure what to say to Clara. She wasn't a mother - touchy subject - so she wasn't sure what she should say and she felt that this was a time for words of wisdom, which she had none of.

"How are you doing?" Clara was asking River.

"Oh," she sighed, "I'd be lying if I said I was good."

"You're not then?"

"No..." she hesitated, "that was not easy to live through."

"What happened River?" Clara was looking at her intently, "in the other TARDIS I mean...you kind of just...collapsed...when we came to get you."

"I suppose I must have."

"When you left we were surrounded by Snowmen..." she was explaining, "and we were having a time getting rid of them when The Doctor went rigid, almost immediately the Snowmen disappeared and he took off running. I knew something had happened, but he didn't even stop long enough to explain, we just ran and ran until we found the TARDIS and he just stopped outside the door and waited for you."

"He would...paradoxes, he wouldn't have come in..."

"Oh believe you me, River," she patted River on the shoulder, "he wanted to."

"Yeah..."

"River?"

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something?" Clara turned herself on the stairs so she was sitting diagonally and facing River.

"Sure..." she hesitated, "what is it?"

"The Doctor...how did you come back?" She looked very confused. "On our way back he explained what happened at the Library - the second time around - where did the other Clara take you?"

"I'm sure he'd like to know as well..."

"Yes, I'm sure he would too, but River, can't you answer me?"

"Oh Clara," she sighed, "it's not as easy to explain as you would think."

"Could you at least try?"

"I think The Doctor really should be present when I answer this..."

"Well, then, get on with it, River." He had come up the other set of stairs, "I'm just as curious about that as Clara..." he stopped near the console. "How did you survive after that?"

"She took me to the hospital of the Sisters of the Infinite Schism."

"Ah," he nodded, "greatest hospital in the universe."

"Yes..." she scooted over so that she could see both The Doctor and Clara while still being comfortable, "they sure take good care of their patients. Especially those there for a second time," she looked at him hesitantly.

"So they knew you were there?" The Doctor did not seem thrilled.

"Well," River paused, "yes they did."

He stomped around the console, "she did every bloody person in this universe know you were alive but me?"

River was surprised and not surprised by this outburst from The Doctor. She could only imagine how anything about her death, or almost death, would get to him now as he found out other things that he had been kept out of the loop about. River had asked them to keep it a secret, she even had her own room separate from anyone else. Clara had insisted upon it when she had brought her there. Under no circumstances was anyone to notify The Doctor that she was alive, because she knew that he wouldn't accept that fact if it came from anyone besides her.

"Calm down," River wasn't asking him to calm down, she was telling him to calm down. "What would you have done in my place?"

"I would tell me hus - wife - that I was alive." He folded his arms over his chest and huffed over to a chair on the opposite side of the console and sat on it so fast that all the air in the chair escaped with a "poof" type sound.

"Sweetie..." River sighed, she really couldn't take much more drama from him; she was moments away from slapping him harder than ever, and she was planning to if he didn't stop whimpering about everything. "I was in that coma longer than you would think..."

"How long?" He perked up and dropped his arms.

"Almost a year."

He face fell, "I would have visited you..."

"We both know that's not true."

She had hit him on the proverbial head. He knew he'd never have been able to see her suffering like that. She may not have even been suffering, but to see her weak, feeble and unresponsive...he knew she was right. No one knew him quite like River did, and he was actually glad about that. He trusted this women implicitly, but knowing that she had been alive all this time, was very hard for him to understand. How much time he had missed out on, how much pain he had to deal with. He was not okay during the time that he thought she was dead, and he wasn't even sure he was used to her being alive either.

"No, River, of course you're right. I would not have been able to handle that."

"What happened River?" it was Clara, "how did you wake up from your coma? Especially given how long you were in it."

"They don't really know Clara, they said the first words I spoke were 'Goodbye Sweetie...'"

"Trenzalore."

"Yes, I don't think it could have been anything else."

"Are you two gonna have a mushy coupley moment?" Clara stood up, "cause if you are, I'd like to be somewhere - anywhere - else."

The Doctor looked at River who seemed just as surprised as he was that Clara had assumed that they were going to have a 'mushy coupley moment,' what was that even? True they probably needed a good snog, but at the moment, it didn't seem so wholly important. There would be plenty of time for that later. He was going to make sure of that. Now that he had River back, he wasn't going to let anything happen to her ever again.

"No worries Clara," River patted her leg encouraging her to sit back down, "we're quite alright no need for any mushy coupley stuff."

"Speak for yourself," The Doctor muttered under his breath. He had wanted a little mushy moment. Sure he got annoyed whenever Amy and Rory had done that, well it wasn't as bad before he married River, but after he married River it was just awkward. In-laws, it was just plain weird.

"Clara," River looked at her, "was there any more of this that you wanted to see?"

"I don't think I could take it," she shrugged, "I know I die soon and I'd rather not witness that at all, if it can be helped. And we're in a time machine, so it can definitely be helped." She waited a good long minute before actually answering River's question, "can we go home? Well my home, I'd like you to meet the kids."

"Kids?"

"She's a governess," The Doctor rocked back and forth on his feet.

"Oh I see." River thought it was rather odd that both the now Clara and the past Clara were governesses, seemed a bit odd. "Well then," she stood up, "let's get to it then." She walked over to the control panel ready to plug in a date when The Doctor stopped her and grabbed her hand.

"River, please go lay down," he looked at her pleadingly.

"I can't sleep Doctor."

"You were earlier," he moved her hand away, "please, for me."

"I was in a coma for almost a year, how much sleep do you really think I need?"

"More than you've gotten."

"Okay..." Clara had stood up and was walking out of the room, "I'll just change and be back in a bit." She just knew something was probably gonna go down with those two once she left the room, she was almost certain it would have happened before she'd even stood up, she'd been pleasantly surprised that it didn't.

"Doctor," River hesitated, "there's something we really need to talk about..."

"Can it wait River?" He looked at her directly, "I really want you to try to get some sleep."

"It's important..."

"Everything is important River, you're not dying are you?"

"No..."

"Then it can wait."

"Doctor, how many children did you have in Gallifrey?"

He stopped what he was doing and stared at her intently. "Why?"

"I'm just asking, I know you had children there."

"I had five," he sighed, "but three of them died in infancy or as a toddler."

"Did she ever have any miscarriages?"

The Doctor dropped his hands at his sides and stared at River with his mouth agape, "why?"

"Please just answer me."

"Yes, two."

"Okay." River turned to walk from the room.

"Whoa!" He rushed over so he was standing in front of her, "whoa, whoa, whoa. You can't just ask something like that and then walk away."

"Wanna bet?"

"River..."

She half smiled at him and then walked around him to head up the stairs, "I'm going to go lay down, per request. Let me know when we've reached wherever it is that we are going. I'd like to meet these children."

"Right..." he looked down and then quickly looked back up, "River...is there something you're not telling me...I think you should..."

"Spoilers."

Before he could object any more she had left the room. Why had she asked about children? That didn't seem so unbelievable for a wife to ask her husband...but to ask about miscarriages...he didn't quite know why, but that worried him greatly. Had something happened to River? Where had those questions even come from? And would he ever get an answer?