A/N: Final chapter!

He knew he shouldn't have done it, but — left with such a horrible emptiness inside of him — he had to do something. He set the coordinates into the TARDIS and flew himself to the Library.

He found her journal sitting exactly where his tenth incarnation had left it all those years ago, underneath the sonic that he had just barely parted with. Feeling like he was somehow breaking some great ordinance, he carefully opened it.

He started off reading it fairly quickly, searching for anything inside of it that he hadn't encountered yet (maybe he still had a chance), but slowed down as he realized that he was getting a final look into River's life and mind. The final look. All of her hopes and dreams and thoughts and opinions on his wardrobe were documented on those tattered pages, the handwriting varying from orderly to scrawling, sometimes in print and sometimes in cursive. At one point, it seemed that she had been so frustrated with him that she had managed to stab a hole through the paper with the tip of her pen.

Her final entry was about Darillium.

"The Towers were amazing, everything I had expected. But the Doctor was off. He seemed to be desperately sad about something that he didn't tell me. Maybe he couldn't. I've spent so long now knowing things that I couldn't tell him, I suppose it shouldn't surprise me that it could go the other way again. I'm worried now, worried that maybe something is going to happen at the Library. But if that's the case, I'm sure it's important that I go. If he knows what happens, then he's already experienced it and whatever it is that happens is most likely fixed.

"I just can't stand how much tonight felt like the end of something."

Numbly, he closed the journal and set it back on the railing. There wasn't any more for him — there was nothing in her notes that he didn't recognize.

He was about to push open the TARDIS doors when something registered in his peripheral vision. It looked like… a lot of white, and a flash of wild curls…

Something jumped in his chest, and he stared intently for a long moment at the spot.

There was nothing there. He was seeing things.

His jaw clenched, he stepped into the TARDIS and closed the doors sharply behind himself. With movements that were probably more aggressive than necessary, he started up his ship and sent her whirling into the time vortex with no landing coordinates.

"Take me somewhere, old girl," he said quietly, leaning back in his chair. "Take me anywhere."

A/N: And then he ended up in Victorian London.

So, a big thank you to Cat and Guest, my two anonymous reviewers, and to Dobby's Socks, daisiella13, Sandpiper01, Nikki Pond, remuslupin31060, and of course my lovely sister, Anara Celebvilya, my logged-in reviewers. And also, a shout out to all the people who favorited and followed.

I hope you enjoyed the story. I definitely enjoyed writing it. In fact, I fear it may have spawned a few more from me, because I discovered just how much I love writing Eleven. So if you feel like reading more DW from me, you can throw me on your alert and I am reasonably confidant that at some point in the future that'll pay off.

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–Kina