River Song softly closed the door of the blue police box behind her. The cold air did nothing to shake her out of the haze she was in. She was walking and breathing, but it didn't feel like it. Her body was going through the motions. She clung to the object in her hands, irrationally afraid if she loosened her grip it would disappear. The book. She had to give it to Amy, but she had to do it secretly. She couldn't mess up the timeline any more than the angels already had. Besides, she couldn't see them. It would hurt too much.

She didn't want to make this delivery. She just wanted to go back to the TARDIS and collapse in her Doctor's arm. She just wanted him to hold her, comfort her. "Never let him see the damage." Her own words came back to haunt her. She was hurting, but he couldn't see that. She had to be strong. Besides, he was in no position to comfort anyone now. He was just as bad. And now, still mourning and unable to cry, she had to find a way to give her parents this book and not dissolve.

To the best of of her knowledge, her mother should be in her later years. She knew the TARDIS had placed her where she needed to be, which is apparently was in 1970s Manhattan. The question was what to do now. She finally decided to take in her surroundings. She was in Central Park. She forced one foot in front of another until she reached the nearest building. Clutching the book to her chest, she read the placards on the side.

Dr. Harry Carter- Dentist

Dr. Jacob Pells- Orthodontist

Dr. Anthony Brian Williams- Family Practitioner.

She drew in a sharp breath and silently thanked the TARDIS. Then it hit her. She had a brother. Who else would it be? The names of her grandparents and her father's last name? And the TARDIS put her here. It was too much of a concidence.

The door opened and a tall, reasonably good looking man stepped out and right into River.

"Oh! Sorry, ma'am."

"Don't worry about it."

She brushed herself off. She looked up to shake his hand when she noticed. He had a bronze placard pinned on his lapel.

Dr. Anthony Williams.

"Dr. Williams," she said, her voice shaking just a little.

"Yes, that's me. If you were trying to get in to see me today, I am just closing up. But if you were to call tomorrow and make an appointment..."

"No," she abruptly interupted. "That's not necessary." She took a deep breath. "Are you related to an Amy and Rory Williams?"

A look of surprise came across his face. "Uh, yes. Yes, I am. You know my parents?"

"Yes," she reminded herself to keep breathing. "I'm...an old friend."

"Pardon my saying so, ma'am, but you look far from old." He winked and gave her a flirtatious, cheeky smile.

Oh Lord...

Her brother was flirting with her.

She forced a smile and cleared her throat. "Yes...um...I have a present for Amy. A book she lent me a long...long time ago. I'm returning it."

"I'll be sure she gets it. But, you could have given this to her yourself. Why don't you come over for dinner and..."

"No!" She was making a habit of this interrupting thing. "Uh, that's not possible. You see, I'm very busy and this book is very important. I just happened to be in the neighborhood."

He shrugged and held out his hand. Her knuckles were white from clutching the book so hard. Her hands shook as she placed it in his hands. The loss of its comfort hurt more than it should have.

"Tell her...the Afterword is the best part." He nodded and there was an awkward silence. She was again forced herself to turn and put one foot in front of the other. She was no more than 20 feet from the door when she heard him call.

"Ma'am!"

She stopped and turned her head. He was running towards her.

"Ma'am, you never told me who you are or even how you know my parents."

She gave a slight, sad smile.

"Spoilers."