One Day At A Time

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Lying under the warm blankets, I listen tae the soft humming.

I cannae sleep.

I'm scared.

I ken that a McCrimmon never gets scared but I cannae help myself.

I was a wee bit scared after my family was killed an' I didnae ken what was going tae happen tae me.

I was a wee bit scared the day I went tae live with the Clan McLaren but Laird McLaren turned out tae be a great man.

I wasnae scared during the Battle of Culloden.

Nae even when I faced the hangman's noose.

But that was before I met him.

A wee clever chappie who calls himself "the Doctor".

He wasnae sure that bringing a seventeen year old lad, who cannae read nor write, along was a good idea an' I sort of agree with him.

Mebbe it would have been better if I had stayed on the ship with my kin.

But when I walked through the doors tae this amazing…I dinnae ken what tae call this wonderful blue box.

All I ken is that I feel at home here.

I dinnae ken what will happen with the Doctor, Ben an' Polly but I swear that I will nae let them down.

I would sooner die before any harm comes tae any of them!

Lying here, looking at the dark ceiling, I feel like someone is stroking my hair an' smile.

'One day at a time, Jamie, one day at a time.'

I dinnae ken where that voice came from but I like it an' slowly close my eyes.

The soft sounds of bagpipes fill the darkness as I start drifting off to sleep an' wonder what will I see when I wake up.

Whatever it is, I will nae be afraid.

I am James Robert McCrimmon an' this is only the start of my story!

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The End….