River Song meets Wilfred Mott.
Wilf was having a cup of tea at the Senior Center while Donna and Sylvia shopped for clothes. He waved at a couple of friends.
Suddenly there was a ruffle of attention across the room. He turned to look and saw a truly gorgeous woman standing in the doorway. As she sauntered in, every male head in the room swiveled to watch her.
Strong, poised, confident, with a head of riotous curls and a body to make a man gnaw his own foot off. She looked to be in her forties. Wilf sighed, if only he was a decade younger...
She weaved her way athletically through the crowd. She came to stand by his table. He looked up in