"I didn't think that this was possible..." River hung onto the top of the outside of Tardis, her body floated about easily behind her.

"Of course it's possible," the Doctor replied standing in the open doorway looking up at her.

"Yes but... why aren't you floating away?" she protested.

"We've been over this Song... don't ask stupid questions... There's gravity in here...and not out there. Let's not over complicate this already seemingly complicated scenario... again..."

River pulled herself back down and swung lightly into the doorway, "I need a word with you..." she said eying him suspiciously.

"Oh..." he sighed half heartedly, "what about?"

"Our diary"

"Our diary," he scoffed, "Your diary"

"Our diary," she said firmly, "And there's pages missing from it" He didn't respond as he closed the Tardis doors one after the other, "Doctor... have you taken the pages?"

"Of course not," he replied indignantly, "Are you sure that they're even missing? Were they even there to begin with?"

"I'll show you..." River insisted marching to the console. The diary was resting amongst the controls. She thrust it into his hands, "The last page... of every chapter I've written is missing," she turned to each of the sections in turn, "There's a part of every encounter... completely gone" He ran his fingers down the ragged edges of the missing pages.

"River these could have fallen out... the paper is very old you know" She shook her head as she snatched the diary back out of his hands.

"I know torn out pages when I see them Doctor" He smiled slightly as she turned her back to him.

"Check everywhere for them... if they're still missing... then maybe we'll have a bit of a ... a reverse trip until you find them again..."

"If you've taken them..."

"River... do you know what happens when you read books from your future?"

"No... tell me," she frowned. He leaned down to put his face into hers.

"... spoilers..." he whispered loudly. She punched his shoulder hard.

"I do hate you sometimes"

"Of course you don't... now..." he took the diary from her and set it back on the console, "I'm bored... let's go somewhere... do something..."

"It's Sunday," she replied simply leaning against the console.

"What's that got to do with...?"

"You don't land on Sundays... They're boring," she added tilting her curly head of hair to one side as she looked at him.

"Oh... right... well... Uh..."

"Come on. I know what you'll like"

"I'm not sure about that you know..." he mumbled before stuffing another custard-coated fish finger into his mouth. He chewed for a moment eyes still narrowed. River sat at the wooden table opposite him leaning over her diary as she added a new chapter in blue ink. She looked up; her eyes followed his line of vision casually. She watched the water rippling and swishing in the gentle movement created by the orbiting Tardis.

"Wasn't it always there?" she asked reaching to take a fish finger and dipping it in the large bowl of custard between them.

"A swimming pool... in a kitchen... give me a break...," the Doctor scoffed, "... It used to be in the library..."

"And that was better was it...?" River continued to write while the Doctor continued to eat.

"Well... bit of a soggy read..." he replied between chews, "I was thinking... we should go to Earth... 20th Century...? Maybe...?"

"... You're not having a fez..." she replied flatly.

"Fez's are cool..." he sulked stuffing another fish finger into his mouth.

"The only reason you still have that bow tie on is because I allow it..." she flicked her hair out of her face and turned the page to begin a new side.

"Bow ties are..."

She looked up at him with a faint smile on her lips, "... cool?" she finished, "... so choose one or the other... but together, quite frankly... they're hideous"

He frowned at the half eaten fish finger in his hand, "How long are you planning on staying?" he asked before opening his mouth wide and throwing it in. Cheeks filled out, he chewed, waiting patiently for her reply. She looked up, beginning to respond but promtly changing her mind, "I don't mind!" he insisted suddenly spraying the table with blobs of custard and fish. He wiped the table hurriedly with his sleeve, silently cursing himself as he did. A loud beeping alarm broke the awkward moment. Their heads darted up,

"What's that?" River asked closing her diary and getting quickly to her feet.

"Tardis radar... something must be heading straight at us..." he leapt to his feet and led the way to the console room. Grabbing the screen he pulled it around, "Ohh... that is... very not good...," he started tapping away on the typewriter keys. He checked the screen once more, "...Just as I thought... that's... definately very not good"

"What's wrong? What is it?"

He stopped and turned to her, index fingers pressed firmly against his temples, his eyes tightly shut, "Did I ever tell you about a Christmas I had a few years ago... big ship... Angels...? Lots of people...? No...?"

"...no"

"Remind me to tell you that story..." he turned back to the console rapidly pulling and pushing and pressing and twisting everything within reach, "River... Hold on tight..."