"Years? How many?" The Doctor did tend to land a bit shy of where and when he'd been heading, but he liked to think he managed to mostly get it right. It wasn't easy, piloting the TARDIS on his own.
"I do know River," he went on to say when Amy mentioned her name. He hoped he kept the grief from his voice. The Library still haunted him, although there was some comfort in knowing that, in a way, River lived on as part of the vast intelligence that oversaw the planet's functions and safety. "We've only met the one time. As I understand it, we're to meet again, her and the other me. The Time Lord me. Well, I'm still Time Lord, just not completely. He didn't mention me at all, did he?"