The Doctor is Benjamin Pond.
Benjamin Pond is the Doctor.
Benjamin… the Doctor…
That bastard! But…
He’s going to be an uncle!
Still… that bastard.
And… that -other- creature. The one with the unstoppable breasts and golden curls to die for. Well, no one else is going to die for those, anymore.
Pale and panting, Jack takes a step back from the procession, hanging on body-words, like a bat about to sound.
“What did you do to him, River?” he breathes, his blue eyes storming from narrowed slits like tidal waves before a drowning man.
River Song’s golden hair stops bouncing. Her hand slips from the Doctor’s; the two sets of footsteps in soft boots on either side of the litter cease for a fraction of time, then take up the slow march once more, slowing it further, as if to enunciate this little bump in polished planning. So he -was- faking it; interesting.
“What did -I- do to him? You’re the one who…”