River doesn't want to remember how it began. But sometimes she can't help it, when he rips that piece of cloth off his neck. Or turns that cowboy hat in his hands. Or pushes away his fish custard and asks for some normal food. Or looks around the TARDIS for hours on end, trying to understand how can it be bigger on the inside.

— Why have you put this rose here?
He looks at the flower, then picks it up and carefully touches the stem. A small, orange-red drop appears on the end of his finger.
— You know, let's leave it here. It's so simple and beautiful. Roses are always like that.

— Remember this place? The singing towers of Darilium? You were so sad the last time we were here.
— Why should I be sad? And what's so special about these towers? They just sing.

— Sweetie, how long are you going to spend on that lock? Setting 42 would do it. They won't notice anything, and we might run away in time.
— Setting 42? You mean that metal thing you put in my jacket every morning? Can it open locks?
Not only locks, River thinks, if you remember what to do.

— Why are we in March again? March is boring. Why can't we go to January?
— One of the levers must have malfunctioned. I'll check it. You have a look around. There could be another invasion.
— We're on Earth. There shouldn't be any invasions here, should there?
Oh yes there should, sweetie, thinks River.

— You've taken me to a 51-rst century bar?!
— You're getting too innocent, space boy.
— Why do you keep calling me space boy?
Because you don't go by your real name anymore, River wants to tell him.

— A pond in Ancient Rome? We've been here a hundred times already!
— Only ninety-seven. This is number ninety-eight.
— And we come here every single time!
We'll go somewhere else when you understand why I'm taking you here, River wants to scream at him.

— This souffle is all burnt. Could you make another one?
— Of course, sweetie.
River is tired of playing memory games. Is it so difficult to remember?

Lovely. Simply terrific. They're about to be arrested by the Shadow Proclamation and he can't even remember what did he do to annoy them.
— Run, sweetie, run!
— You called me sweetie.
— Yes, and we've got to run!
— You told me to run.
— If we don't get out of here right now...
— I should be telling you to run.
River can't believe her ears. After all this time...
The Doctor smiles and grasps her hand.
— Run, River!