Amy stepped forward. "Trust me." She knew how much she was asking; there were so many secrets that couldn't be revealed yet. It wasn't playing games; the last thing she wanted was to play games with him. But River's "Spoilers, sweetie," wasn't going to cut it this time.

"Okay," He turned from River and walked up to her.

"You have to do this, and you can't ask why." Trust me, Doctor.

"Are you being threatened, is someone making you say that?"

"No." Her answer came quickly, too quickly to be convincing.

"Are you lying?"

"No." River Song's comment in the museum hung in Amy's mind. Rule One: The Doctor lies. How did River Song know that? Had she already been through this event, had the Doctor asked her this before? They were always meeting in the wrong order.

"Swear to me, swear to me on something that matters." His eyes gleamed, a notch above the precipice of icy fury.

My wedding vows—no, after her attempts to snog him in her bedroom that wouldn't mean anything to him

My parents—the parents she had only known since waking up for her wedding.

My life—she's already trusted it to him.

Her eyes darted from side to side, searching for an answer.

Only one thing came to mind. The one thing she knew he'd believe. From the day they'd met, Amelia Pond and the Raggedy Doctor, the one thing that would matter to both of them.

"Fish fingers and custard."