River

Jack certainly wasn't the shy type! One would have thought that being as old as he was would have matured him but if his extremely flirty, if a little cheesy, approach to any and all conversation was anything to go by then it certainly hadn't.

At first his unyielding boldness and blind self-confidence had me taken aback. Especially since neither of us was single and both of us knew it. Gradually, though, I allowed myself to slip into a meaningless conversation, riddled with innuendos and flirting. Nothing was ever going to happen but that didn't stop Jack trying!

"So, married to the Doctor, eh?" Jack smirked.

"Stop it!" My husband warned from just behind the TARDIS door.

"And how long have you been listening?" I was not at all pleased; the Doctor was in one of his 'don't do human' moods and I didn't like it.

"Well, I switched off after a very disturbing story involving a stopwatch and started listening again when I heard my name," The Doctor strode out of the TARDIS.

"Doctor," Jack flashed a dashing smile, "I haven't got this lovely lady into trouble, have I? That would be-" He paused and lifted a hand to his ear, "Right. OK Gwen, we're on our way," He let his hand fall to his side, "River, Doctor, come with me," Jack had his game face on.

I couldn't resist replying with, "You'd best be careful saying that or someone could get the wrong idea," I winked at Jack before linking arms with my husband and following Jack.

"To the cells," Jack had led us to a tourist information centre.

"Here?" I was intrigued now.

Jack pressed a concealed button and the wall opened.

"Hidden door. That's original," The Doctor sarcastically criticised Jack.

"What, like your outfit?" Jack countered.

"Touché," The Doctor conceded.

The boys carried on bickering and I took the time to wonder at the sheer size of wherever we were. It was sewer-esque and decrepit but it had an underlying air of majesty, like there were a thousand untold stories within its walls.

We descended a staircase and I caught sight of my mother. I ran to hug her but the Doctor reached her first. Suddenly I saw what had put her in this state.

"Oh," I frowned, "Doctor," My voice was hollow, I knew enough of the ramifications spiralling out from what I had just seen.

"But busy comforting Amy here. Can't it wait?" He could be so annoying sometimes.

"Yes but t Doctor look!" I fought the urge to raise my voice.

"What is it?" He turned his head, "Oh."

"You recognise it?" Jack asked.

"Where did you get it?" The Doctor, still mid-hug, asked, "Oh and River,"

"Yes, Sweetie,"

"Don't blink."

Jack

The Doctor fired rounds of questions without pausing to breathe or to listen to attempted answers. "How did you find it? Where did you find it? Why did you take it here?!"

I started from the very beginning, with James' phone call and the subsequent trip to London. I recounted our brief encounter with James and of Wester Drumlins house, the basement and the circle of statues.

"...and then you showed up so I left Ianto to put it in the cell." I concluded.

The Doctor's face had grown graver and graver throughout my tale, "I think you should call Ianto," He said in a hollow voice, "Tell him to bring Rory here and I'll explain it to all of you."

I obeyed.