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….
