Try as she might to shield her mind from his, it was proving to be a losing battle. Her mind holds out against his attack, but the damage is done. Tiny pinpoint cracks are beginning to form. Memories and sensations are dripping out. They don't really come in any sort of order. River's life could be considered quite topy turvy to begin with, "No! Not -"

An image appears of a sinister looking woman with an eyepatch of some sort leaning over her as her vision blurred and her body became numb. Naturally her mind would remember the last time she'd been kidnapped and drugged.

Tick Tock goes the clock and all too soon your love will surely die

The next memory that he managed to pull free of her crumbling defenses was of the River standing over an eerily familiar cot with Amy and Rory staring at her with twin gobsmacked faces

It's me. I'm Melody Pond. I'm your daughter.

She was human. Born and bred, but conceived within the time vortex by Amy Pond, a very special girl who had lived with a crack in time and space in her wall for most of her life.

Tick tock goes the clock He cradled her and he rocked her Tick tock goes the clock Even for the Doctor...

An old nursery rhyme that kept repeating over and over again in her head. Glimpses of her earliest memories