Being an archaeologist meant having easy access to databases of ancient rituals. Having acquired a Vortex Manipulator meant the ability to track down the relevant ingredients anywhere in time or space without having to ask the Doctor for a detour.
River stood back and admired her handiwork fondly. The Scots (of course) pine glowed prettily a safe distance from the TARDIS console.
The way Amy’s face lit up was worth all the effort, even though it was Rory she grabbed once she’d spotted the mistletoe.
Time had been rewritten, River thought with a pang, and some things only she remembered.
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