R: The dress is a little daring.
D:Yup so I went for this instead.
R:Are we going out?
D:Parents are asleep. How’s Stormcage?
R:I’m on the first night of 12,000 consecutive life sentences. KIND of early to say. Where are we going?
D:Calderon Bicta. Boring, planet of the chip shops. BUT there is a four hundred foot tree growing out of the tip top in the north side of a mountain in the middle of the sea. And if you take the lift to the top and look up at exactly twelve minutes past midnight on the twenty-first of September 2360 you can see more stars in one sky than at any other moment in the history of the universe. It’s like daylight. Only magic. You could read a book by it.
R:Is it okay if I don’t?
D:We’ve got ten minutes. Get dressed.
R:Oh that’s so close to the perfect sentence.
D:Hmm. Did you bring the Diary?
R:It’s a Diary?
D:It is now. Because, River, from now on, there are Rules.
R:Oh you’ve gone all strict. Not that I mind.
D:River. You and I, it’s all in the wrong order. We never meet in sequence. You put everything in the diary so we know where we are.
R:Put what in the Diary? Sweetie, I’m in the highest-security prison in all of the known universe.
D:River Song could walk in and out of prison like the walls aren’t there.
R:I’m River Song.
D:Then you’ll be fine. If you don’t like the dress, there’s plenty more in the wardrobe. First right, second left, just past the helter-skelter. [young River leaves. Bangs heard on door. Doctor opens door to reveal older River.] River!
R:I knew you’d come back here, you nostalgic idiot. Hold me! [she faints]
D:River! River! River!
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