"It's all right, River," his voice is a murmur of sound, a quiet careful crooning thing. Her mind reminds him of a house - much like it does hers - one with pictures and mementos scattering every surface. One where the owner has simply stepped out and left the unsuspecting wanderer to find their own way. He doesn't stray though, even with the flashes and glimpses of the people she holds there. No, he follows the after shock of the problem. He needs to get to ground zero if he wants to help her.

"I know it's hard but just try not to think about me being here. "