They headed to the T.A.R.D.I.S. and the Doctor immediately started searching the old girl's data banks. "You four outside now, I need to talk to the Doctor," Sarah-Jane ordered the teenagers. Two yes mums and two yes Sarah-Janes came in reply, the Doctor was oblivious to their conversation.
"So where is she, Doctor? This wife of yours, I'd quite like to meet her-" "You can't," the Doctor cut Sarah-Jane off. "Why ever not, afraid I'll get you in trouble?" Sarah teased. The Doctor wished his answer was yes however Sarah-Jane was one of his oldest friends and he couldn't lie to her, "she's dead," his eyes welling up with tears.
"Oh, Doctor I'm so sorry," Sarah-Jane comforted rubbing his arm. "What was she like?" She asked. "Hell, hell...in...red bloody high heels!" The Doctor said reminiscing over his departed wife's high heels, curls, guns, hillusinagenic lipstick and flirtatiousness.
Sorry its such a short chapter. I just think twelve is gonna be pretty torn up about sending River to The Library...