Simply Played

From River's perspective, it might have been centuries or it might have been weeks. Time passed differently in The Library. It had been long enough. She'd held on longer than she should have, longer than the others, part of her still hoping that impossible husband of hers would come back for her. Otherwise, why leave her there at all?

In the end, it had been someone else. She was still a little hazy on the details. Everything those first few weeks had been a bit of a blur, if she were honest. But now she was feeling more herself, and she had a husband to track down. She'd like a word with him.

Except, oh, this wasn't at all what she'd been expecting; and as she stood staring at her wife, a slow smile crept across her face. "Well, hello, Sweetie."