Larry stared about him uncomfortably, the shiny, silver surroundings somewhat menacing to his old mind. Time, space, ships, all this madness reminded him of the Doctor and for a moment he let a bitterness fill him. The Doctor was the cause of the museum's destruction. Of his friends' deaths. And now he was somewhere in a timestream, with a strange woman, on a strange vessel. He couldn't help but get the feeling that something bad was going to happen. He'd only just gained back Octavius. He didn't want to lose him too. As he thought about the Roman, he glanced at the woman's hands, to reassure himself that his small friend was safe. He was.

"So, now that we're walking and things seem a bit more settled, can you tell me who you are?" He asked, keeping pace beside her as they reached the end of the tunnel.

"Of course. So sorry about the delay. I'm Professor River Song. But you can call me River. And you, I assume, are a night guard."

Larry, somewhat baffled, nodded. "That's right. How did you know?"

She gestured to his old and raggedy uniform. "It's kind of obvious. And this little cutie here is one of your exhibits yes?"

Larry nodded again. "How do you know that?"

"Well, as I've told you, I have a little one with me here. Little cowboy. Jedediah, he calls himself." River paused when she saw the surprised, gaping looks on her new accomplices' faces. "You know him, then?"

Larry nodded slowly, a faraway look in his eyes. "Yes..."

"He is alright, right? He is not hurt, is he?" Octavius asked, his words flustered and frenzied as he looked up in disbelief.

"Nope. Not hurt. A but lost, yes, but alright. He seems to have been missed."

"You cannot imagine." The Roman said, letting out a small sigh of relief.

Larry was still silent. He was speechless. All those years. All that time. All those nights of seeing him die. And he was alive. He was okay. He was happy, yes, but it was so sudden and strange...

"How?" He asked, looking at River. "How is he alive?"

River shrugged, looking a little confused. She then pushed a button and a door opened. She stepped in. "Jedediah, come here. There are people here you need to see."

A small head peered from just over the rim of a purse, and blue eyes lit up with too many emotions to count. The cowboy leapt off the control panel, landing safely on River's shoe, before running over to the taller figure. Larry, who had taken Octavius back a moment before, bent down on his knees, staring. All three of them were frozen, unsure of how to react. Octavius spoke first.

"Jedediah?" He asked, climbing off the night guard's palm. He stood very still, suddenly unsure how to proceed. He wanted to run to him, to show him he was really there and it wasn't a trick of the mind. He refrained, and tried again. "Jedediah?"

So many thoughts were going through the cowboy's head, he didn't know what to do. So many things he wanted to say; Why did you leave me? Where did you go? How did you come back? But none of that mattered, he knew. But he couldn't shake the feeling that it was some cruel trick of the mind.

"River?" He asked softly, his eyes not leaving the dark brown ones before him.

"Yes, sweetie?" She replied quietly, bending down to hear him better.

"Is...is that a Roman, in front of us?"

River smiled, and gave him a gentle nudge. "It is, sweetie."

Without another moment's pause Jedediah ran forward, colliding with his long lost, and dearly missed, friend. He hugged him tightly, refusing to admit that he was trembling slightly, his mind in overdrive as everything suddenly changed.

"Hush now, it is alright." Octavius whispered softly, hugging his friend back. "It is alright now, I am here."

The cowboy, who was at a loss for words, just stood, shaking his head as if in disbelief. After he was sure his friend was settled from the shock, Octavius pulled away, and held him at arm's length. The cowboy was smiling, and he shook his head, closing his eyes, then opening them again, the relief quite evident in them. He finally spoke.

"Octavius...Ockie..." He shook his head again, still in the grip of disbelief.

Octavius smiled. "Yes, Jedediah?"

The cowboy hugged him again, just to reassure himself it was not a dream. It wasn't.

"Ockie, please don't ever leave me like that again..."

"Never."

Jedediah nodded once, smiling again, then turned to Larry, who still looked dumbfounded at the sight.

"Gigantor? What're you doing here?"

The old night guard just stood, gazing down. He then reached towards the cowboy, and gently picked him up, holding him at eye level. Jedediah smiled nervously, suddenly getting the feeling he'd done something wrong. Larry spoke.

"Jed...is it you? Really you?"

"It is..."

Larry still stared, but then hugged the little cowboy against him, sighing. River smiled.

"I see you three haven't met in a while." She said.

"Longer than a while," Larry whispered, still holding the cowboy. "It's been years."

"I can see that." River replied still smiling. She then turned serious. "But we should finish our little reunion later. We have to find the Doctor."

"The Doctor." Larry hissed, his voice tainted with venom as he said the name.

Jedediah grew uncomfortable, and scooted to the edge of the night guard's hand.

"The...Doctor!"

"Gigantor...?"

"What about the Doctor?" River asked, narrowing her eyes.

"What about him? What about him! IT'S HIS FAULT! HE TOOK MY EXHIBITS AWAY FROM ME!" Larry yelled, his eyes full of rage.

"Gigantor, we chose to go-"

"No! He took you! He took both of you! He took Octavius and you away from me! Away from home! It's his fault you all died!"

"Died?" Jedediah asked, confused. He caught Octavius' eye and the Roman shook his head. He gulped. "Please put down..."

Larry took a deep breath, and fell heavily into a chair. Jedediah went over to Octavius, who was silent, and River quietly piloted the ship, thinking quietly to herself.