"Did you hear her getting up and wandering around in the night?" Arthur asked quietly as he and Dom stood in the queue of a small café at the train station that the others would soon arrive at whilst Zosia was sat down at a table with their three hiking bags. Their coach journey hadn't been too bad for the pair but it had been a completely different story for Zosia.

"Yeah, poor thing." Dom said softly.

"What? Does she get travel sick?" Arthur asked confusedly as his flatmate clearly knew something that he didn't.

"No, she's on the blob and she just couldn't sleep."

"On the what?" Arthur frowned.

"Honestly, I know we always joke about it but I'm beginning to think that you actually did grow up in a library."

"I can guess what it means Dom, I just don't see what 'blob' actually has to do with… y'know."

"Honestly Digby. You're a doctor and you can't even say the word…" He trailed off as Zosia approached them and grabbed some serviettes, stirrers and sugars from the counter.

"Arthur can't say the word what?" Zosia queried.

"Er… supercalifragilisticexpialidocious." Dom smiled innocently.

"And what's that got to do with being a doctor? You said he's a doctor and he can't say the word." Zosia frowned.

"Well there's all the medical jargon he can recite and yet he can't pronounce that one word properly." Dom improvised.

"Right… I'll be back at the table." Zosia replied suspiciously before she turned around and walked away.

"So if I'm stupid for not being able to say the word yet you can't even talk to Zosia herself about it." Arthur protested quietly.

"Yes because she won't like the fact that we know what she's going through at this moment in time."

"Next please." The barrister said in a strong Scottish accent.

"One cappuccino, one Americano and a hot chocolate. Oh and three almond croissants please."


Thanks to an alarm that she set, Jac woke up at 7am – almost an hour before their train would arrive at the last stop on the line where they'd get off and be within a short walking distance of Loch Ness. However, after last night's events she decided to get her own back so she ripped the duvet off of her partner who had been fast asleep on the top bunk.

"What the hell did you do that for?" He shrieked.

"To make sure you were awake." Jac smiled innocently.

"But why did you have to wake me up?" He moaned.

"You woke me up last night because of your peanut-sized bladder and your insistence in sleeping in the same bed as me, even if it's only two and a half foot wide. I'm getting my own back." Jac stated.

"What can I say, I missed you." He grinned as he slowly climbed down to the carpeted floor. "Did you sleep alright?"

"Minus your interruption about three hours ago, it wasn't too bad." She quipped and she squinted her eyes as Jonny pulled open the curtains to reveal fields and fields of greenery rolling by.

"We're in Scotland!" Jonny declared.

"Mm, I thought I could smell haggis." Jac quipped.

"Here we go. Let 3 days of casual racism against the Celts begin."


Guy was leading the other 6 medical professionals as they strolled out of the train station to find Zosia, Dom and Arthur waiting on the benches outside.

"Ah, good morning." Guy smiled. "How was the coach?"

"Fine." Zosia replied simply as she avoided eye contact with her father. Guy made a mental note that later on, he was going to have a chat with his daughter once and for all about what he knew about her and Jesse and about how he just wanted them two to move on and be comfortable around each other again.

"Right as I said before, we're all covering the same route so we're not splitting up into teams. We should cover about 18km today but I'm warning you that the first campsite won't exactly be very modern…"

"What do you mean?" Colette asked sternly.

"I mean we're staying in a clearing at the edge of a forest by Loch Ness and it will just be a clearing, as far as I know there aren't any bathrooms on site but there might be some public toilets nearby."

"You've booked us to stay somewhere that doesn't have toilets?" Jac frowned.

"Yes well, it's all part of the challenge. Come on, let's get going. We've got a lot of ground to cover today."

"Perhaps if we're slow and we don't make it to the campsite on time we'll have to stay in a B&B overnight." Sacha joked half-heartedly.

"Mm, and maybe Jac will become best friends with Adele." Mo quipped.


"Right, I think you and I need a chat." Guy began after he'd jogged slightly to catch up with his daughter who he'd caught walking alone. The group were spread out over several meters of the dirt path and he'd decided to seize the opportunity when Dom had left her to go and question Sacha about his latest love affairs with Essie.

"I don't want to–"

"Look, I just want to dispel any confusion by telling you that Jesse did inform me of what happened between you two before he left but that I'm not mad at you. You were taken advantage of and I'm not going to let that man near you again." He explained and Zosia thought things through in her mind – though she didn't feel that she'd been taken advantage of, she was relieved that her father wasn't mad at her, and maybe being the victim wasn't as bad as she'd originally thought.

"I just want to move on from it and you bringing it up every 5 minutes at work doesn't help."

"Zosia, I only kept on bringing it up because I wanted to make sure that you were okay and you weren't giving me any answers. You'd just ignore me."

"That's because I don't want to talk about what happened."

"Alright, fine." Guy sighed. "Are you alright? You've looked a little pale all morning."

"I'm fine, I just haven't got any make-up on."


"You take a seat, I'll go and grab us something." Jonny smiled as he placed his heavy hiking bag on the ground next to a picnic bench. They had stopped for a short break at a café overlooking Loch Ness with an outdoor picnic area covered by surrounding trees.

"Get me a coffee." Jac barked before she plonked herself down on the bench. She wouldn't admit it, but though she ate healthily and regularly exercised the trekking was already beginning to fatigue her. She could feel blisters forming in her hiking boots and her lower legs were becoming weaker with every additional mile that they covered.

"Well, this is fun isn't it?" Sacha panted as he sat down next to his best friend.

"Don't tell me you're actually enjoying this."

"I wouldn't say enjoying necessarily but it's not too bad. And we get Monday and Tuesday off of work."

"Don't remind me." Jac muttered.

"Would you like some of my mother's homemade Babka bread?" He offered as he began to open his bag which was resting between his legs but, as expected, Jac grimaced at the thought of eating such a thing. "You need to make sure you're eating enough on this trip." Sacha warned.

"Which is why I got us these to go with your coffee." Jonny announced as he walked out with a tray with two steaming cups and two cupcakes iced with the blue and white Scottish flag on them.

"Dundee cakes? I think I'd prefer the Jewish cake." She quipped.

"You're so bloody racist!" Jonny protested.

"No I'm not. Racism is the belief that one particular race is superior to another. I'm of the opinion that I, personally, am superior to everyone else and I'm not a race." She explained.

"Just drink your coffee while it's still hot." Jonny ordered as he knew he'd get nowhere with the stubborn-minded, picky consultant.