He found the journal on the train.
He’d know that journal anywhere. Only two people had a TARDIS blue journal like that, and he was the other one.
“Okay, River, where are you? I know you’re here, you never let this journal out of your sight.”
“Hello, sweetie,” he heard from behind him.
“Hello, love,” Eleven answered, turning with a smile, her journal in his outstretched hand.
“So what are we up to now? Fly-fishing on Alpha Centauri? Hunting with Vastra and Jenny? Saving Jack from yet another hare-brained idea of his? I know we’re nowhere near Trenzalore yet, and you weren’t there for that anyway, so what crazy adventure are we off on today?”
“Spoilers,” River answered with her signature smile.