A/N: Hey guys! Here's the latest update! This one is farther along in both of their timestreams, presumably after TATM, but it's nowhere near the end. At all. Like, they are far from the end. :) There is a slight nod to something that was said in the minisode "Last Night," but you don't need to have seen it to understand. Also, sorry, I know it's a bit shorte. Just think of it as a funsized chapter. :) Hope you enjoy!

9: Song- A usually relatively short musical composition consisting of words set to music and the music itself; the art or practice of singing

The couple had just gotten back from another adventure on another alien planet, just another normal day. River had saved the day, and they were just piling into the Tardis when the Doctor started talking.

"You did it, River," he said, laughing proudly. "You saved the entire planet!"

"I know, I was there," she answered teasingly as she circled the Doctor. "I couldn't have done it without your help, of course."

"You become like a god to them. You're their hero." He kissed her on the cheek. "They'll be singing of River Song for ages on that planet."

"That reminds me, I was doing a bit of reading last week, and did you know that there is a planet called Darillium with towers that sing? Apparently they're glorious."

The Doctor froze where he was standing in the console room, his smile slowly fading. Darillium? But that can't be now, they're both so young. As young as they could be considered, that is. Is this when she starts asking? A sudden cold fear shot through him when he remembered something she'd said.

Her first night in Stormcage, when three Rivers showed up in the Tardis. The third was on the night of Darillium with a different version of himself. 'He's been promising for ages.'

He looked over at her; she appeared so excited at the prospect of singing towers. He couldn't let her see his fear, see that he was upset. Never let her see the damage. He couldn't even if he wanted to: spoilers.

"Really?" He tried his best to seem curious.

"Yep! All the books say they're mesmerizing."

"Well I'm sure they're not as mesmerizing as you, Professor Song."

"Mmm."

He stood calmly looking at the console as if deep in thought. In reality, he was frantic, trying as quickly as possible to think of something to say next.

"Can we go?" she asked.

"Um…" He decided on improvising. Improvising is good. "Maybe another time. I have somewhere I've been wanting to show you for a while now."

"Well, okay, I suppose the Towers aren't going anywhere. Can we go at some point?"

"Of course we can. Anything for you, honey!"

"Promise?"

"Promise."

He hoped to Rassilon's Gallifrey that she didn't catch the dryness in his voice or the slight hint of terror hidden deep within it.