[ it's too much too quickly even for river, which is brilliantly astounding. her mind moves too fast to fully make sense of any one thing; it's why her words so often come out as nonsense.

his words seem like they should be nonsense too, but there's that confidence again, that self-assuredness that what he says is absolutely true. backwards and forwards and sideways through time - it's too fantastical to be real, but river watches the emotion flicker through the doctor's eyes and imagines a planet cast in darkness, pictures sunlight cresting over a mountaintop and hears a chorus of joyful cries echoing through the valley.

she doesn't see it. not the way she normally would, unintentionally peering into his memories to pluck out the sensations that tickled across his skin the last time he visited aria luminara. she can't see it, but she feels it, somehow.

space travel ain't nothing remarkable, but through time? can that really be true? forget something as silly as food, this is way more important! ]

Time travel is theoretical. It's a theory. Might be able to see a star shine on Aria Luminara twice in an above average human life cycle, can't break the system to live another ten days.