There she was...River. Alive and breathing. She was thinner than Arthur remembered and slightly pale, with hair that had grown very long.
Arthur didn't remember the last time she grew her hair that long, since it was not convenient for her line of work.
She looked different, but she was his daughter. The daughter he thought had died, the daughter that he had buried and cried over.
She was here now.
Arthur couldn't help himself; he walked over toward River. He hastened his pace when he got closer to her, and when he was close enough, he hugged her tightly. He almost crushed her.
"River, it's you! It's really you! I know it! I know that you will survive! You will come back alive!" Arthur cried.
This was the first time he cried so openly and let his vulnerability be in full display. He missed his daughter so badly that he didn't even realize it until she was in his arms again.
