River let out a yawn. It was vacation time for the university that she guest teaching in and that had let her lapse into sleeping in late. Managing to wake herself up enough to look presentable, she checked the time and used the manipulator to pop over to Ella’s flat, knocking on the door.

He blinked and put the wiring down, ignoring the questions for the moment, “Who is your mom?”
“Damn it. Sorry I forgot.” she says. “It’s Ella. I regenerated. You know, girl with the wavy blonde hair? Or have I just...
“Yes, please, sweetie.”