The Doctor crept into the bedroom at around half past six. River stirred beside him as he lay down next to her, buzzing with the information that Martha had just shared with him. His mind was far too awake and there were far too many questions darting around his head for him to sleep.
He flicked the light switch at the side of his bedside, and reached for a little blue book. The blue book that River kept, he had a similar one, although it was a lot less damaged than the one his wife kept. It hardly ever left the TARDIS, and when it did it never left his left pocket, for he feared he would lose it.
He opened the first page and fingered the crinkly paper. The first page held a picture of a Dalek, a beautiful illustrated one at that, with the words BAD WOLF scribed in River's uniquely beautifully written handwriting. He turned page after page, amazed at the sheer detail that had gone into this book, it never failed to amaze him. All the things that his wife had seen, done and heard about, even he could only dream of.
"Sweetie?" River sat up suddenly, aware of his presence, "What time is it?" She glanced at the clock, it was 7:45; a little early for her yet, although she did feel rather awake.
"Good morning, River," The Doctor kissed her, dropping the book between his bedside lamp and table, "I trust you slept well?"
"I did, although I noticed you joined me rather late. What did Martha have to say?" She asked, snuggling down into the duvet.
"Oh, that. Well, nothing as such, just some information for me, that's all honey." He didn't really fancy telling her what they had discussed; it was between him and Martha, after all.
"Did she say if she would help us, or isn't she interested?" River pried, desperate for details.
"River, please, calm down, she will help!" The Doctor laughed, uncertainly. He did hate lying; he hated lying to River, but in order to respect Martha he had sworn that he wouldn't tell a soul, and that he would do, "River, I think we should get up now, we have plans to discuss, after all."
"Hmm, can we not just stay in bed all day?" She asked, snuggling right into him, he shied away from her, not knowing what to do or what to say to her without sounding bitter.
"I have a place where we can go, my darling," He whispered, "How would you like to visit the planet of the rivers?" He winked, "My River in the planet of the rivers."
"Planet of the rivers," River laughed, "Don't you have enough with me, sweetie?" She laughed against his shoulder.
"Always," He replied, swatting her on the head playfully, before leaping out of bed, fully clothed, much to River's confusion. "Come on now, get dressed! We can have a picnic! We can have a picnic watching as the rivers flow past us!"
"I'd love that." River replied, getting out of bed herself, her nightgown all twisted from a good night's sleep, "I'd really love that."
"I'll leave you to get dressed, my love. Come into the kitchen when you're ready." He exited the room, leaving River and her wardrobe to work out what she would be wearing today.
He entered the kitchen, intending to cook his wife a breakfast fit for the Queen that she was, but, before he had a chance, something stopped him. River's phone was ringing, and he was the only one that could hear it.
"Hello?" He answered, rather timidly.
"River, is that you?" A female voice spoke, and The Doctor had to squeeze the receiver in order to stop it falling from his now rather clammy grasp.
"No, it isn't River, this is her husband, can I help with anything?" He asked formally, trying to retain his composure.
"Oh, hello there, my name is Rose. Can you tell her Rose called, please? She'll know what it concerns I should imagine. Thank you."
"Oh, yes. I certainly can do that, Miss-" The Doctor asked, feigning his innocence.
"Tyler. My name is Rose Tyler." She answered, and he had to stop himself from laughing out loud.
"I can do that, Miss Tyler. I shall tell my wife that you called. Can I ask why you're calling? River is very busy flying around in her time machine." He laughed then, unable to stop himself.
"It concerns someone called The Master. She knows what it's about. I can't think what concern it is of yours, but just tell her I called, please." She replied, rather sharply.
"Miss Tyler, your tongue hasn't changed at all." The Doctor laughed again, loudly this time.
"Excuse me?" She asked, rather taken aback.
The Doctor said nothing, ending the call, he shouted through to River, "River, my love, looks like we're going to have to skip breakfast, you've just had a phone call!" He was grinning from ear to ear, like a Cheshire cat.
"Who was it, sweetie?" She asked, not really caring, she was still deciding what to wear, "Will it be hot cold, or will there be changes, you know, where we're going?"
"Forget that, you just had a call, River, a phone call, for you!" He shouted, excitedly.
River burst into the kitchen, she was fully dressed, her hair was immaculate and she looked bedazzling, "Who was it, sweetie?" She asked, fiddling with a clip in her hair.
"Rose! It was Rose! I just spoke to Rose!" He grabbed her waist, kissing her deeply, his mood rubbing off onto her.
"That's wonderful, sweetie! I'd better call her back! Then planet of the rivers, here we come!"
"Here we come, indeed!" The Doctor replied, laughing with her as she fished for her mobile, "Here we come!"