"Nope," the Doctor said. "Though if she does know me, she might be from my future, like River Song. We've talked about River Song, haven't we?" If they hadn't, he imagined that would have to be a very long, very awkward conversation for another day.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets and he immediately found them curled around a thin chain he didn't recognize. The handkerchief he remembered belonging to Bess, the note was from Madame du Pompadour, the cufflinks from Jack, but this...

He pulled the chain out. A necklace, and one he didn't recognize. It was small and fragile and broken at the clasp, as if someone had pulled it off quickly and roughly. dangling from the chain was a set of eight letter charms.

Beatrice.