I have, [ the Doctor remarked, as if it's the most obvious thing there is. ] With one of them, I lucked out. She got Ported in so I'm able to still be with her. Another, not so lucky. Back home, she's dead.

[ After all, River's dead. The last time he saw her, he knew it had been their last, that she would head over towards the library where he'd meet her for the first time. As much as he'd like to see her again, the Doctor knows it's not going to happen...a fact that wounds him more than he wants to admit.

He should have been better. They should have had more time. ]

Endings are rubbish. But they're a part of life whether we like it or not.