When the Doctor rested his hand on River Song’s journal, it was as though he could hear the stories inside through the skin of his palm. The book whispered of adventure and companionship, of days to come that were also days gone by. For one eternal moment, the temptation was too great. He lifted his eyes to the woman standing next to him.
“Donna. This is her diary. My future. I could look you up. What do you think? Shall we peek at the end?”
Donna drew in a deep breath, weighing the idea. “Spoilers … right?”
And with those words, the journal’s spell over him was broken. “Right.” With infinite care and respect, he laid River Song’s sonic screwdriver on top of the journal. Standing alongside Donna, he said, “Come on. The next chapter’s this way.”
# And Donna's next chapter is memory erasure # And a life less than extraordinary # And River Song is ... a bunch of wasted potential # WHYYYYYYY # Doctor Who # The Doctor # And his hypnotic fingers # Forest of the Dead # queue