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It had been one week. One week of torture.

Although she knew that the Doctor was safe and alive, (Well he was never really safe, was he?) and she had not done anything wrong to him, River couldn't help but wonder what was taking him so long. She was, in all honesty, a complete and utter mess. She just sat and thought, and thinking led to worrying, and worrying led to, well, more worrying. Why hadn't he come yet?

They had their doctors here at the Stormcage doing tests on her, trying to figure her out- the woman who killed the doctor- but obviously they turned up inconclusive. And River knew there was only one Doctor who could help her. She had taken to sleeping a lot, and with the never ending rain in this prison, it wasn't hard to do. One night, though, she couldn't sleep. It must've been because of the nightmares. Nightmares that the Doctor would never come to save her. She was just about to get up and pace the floor when she heard brisk footsteps coming down the hallway. She froze in her bed and breathed like she was asleep. A person was fumbling with the lock on her door. Then, with a soft curse, the keys clattered to the ground. This certainly wasn't normal guard behavior. Her heart raced. Could it be?

And then a red bow tie blocked her field of vision. It was him. He was really here! She stayed still. "Oh, my poor River." He muttered, and the sound of his voice was like an angel's. Gently he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and stroked the side of her face. She couldn't stand it any longer. She opened one eye, grinned and said, "Hello, sweetie." A full-fledged grin broke out on his face. "Hello, River."