"Ah! Perfect!"

"What?"

"We're going to Scotland!"

"... Why?" Donna raised an eyebrow.

"To save a companion, of course."

"Spaceman, I wasn't planning on going out of England for this. You obviously chose only London girls for the past few years..."

"And a Boe boy," the Doctor muttered.

"... And now we're going to save someone in Scotland?"

"Hey, Donna, it's a man. A man, Donna. That's what you want," he started whispering. "A man in a kilt."

She started doing the same. "No, Spaceman. I don't want a man in a kilt," she slapped him.

"Ah!" He grabbed his cheek.

"Might as well get this over and done with," she walked to the console. "McCribbon, right?"

"Yeah... Jamie..."

"He doesn't remember you, though, right?" The Doctor hung his head.

"... Yeah..."

She sort of understood why he was upset. Well, he lost two companions, one of which he was going to see again, to the Time Lords. Maybe it was best he killed them on the planet.

"Anyway... Here we are..."

He walked over to the TARDIS door, swinging it open, and stumbling out. Donna ran after him. She looked around the vast field. Nothing much to see there... But a young man, of course. "Spaceman! I see him!"

"Donna..."

"Doctor! Really!"

"It's not that easy..."

And then the crowd started coming. "The fangirls!" She pointed at him.

"Jamie!" Shrieks came.

"Wha..." They could hear the Scot say in the distance.

Finally, the Doctor turned around. There was the same body, the same kilt, the same man. And the same girls. "McCribbon!" He screamed.

Jamie looked for who was calling him, squinting to see the two of them.

"Come with me!"

Well, random man with some ginger calling him "Doctor" screaming for you to go with him is a bit strange, right? Jamie didn't care. He ran just to escape the girls. He was only about half of a meter away from that man when something started shooting.

"Oh, no," the Doctor muttered. "Jamie, run!"

"Who are you?"

"Exactly; now go!" He pointed behind him.

The Scot did as he said. "Donna, check my left pocket, I'll check my right."

"For what?" She started searching in his coat pocket.

"A bomb-"

"A what?"

"You heard me!"

"You're bloody insane!"

"No, I'm just prepared... Ah! Found it!" He took out a small, ball-like thing.

The fangirls were getting closer... "Doctor! Just throw it!" Donna screamed.

He did as she said as soon as she was done speaking. He grabbed her hand. "Run!" She started to look back when they did, but he turned her head with his hand. "Cool guys don't look at explosions."

Soon, they caught up to Jamie. The Doctor wanted him to know that. He let go of Donna and jumped on his former companion in a totally non-suggestive position (Seriously. It didn't look dirty at all. You weren't there, you wouldn't know). And Donna was slightly... Excited by that. She knelt down by the two.

"Mind if I join in?"

The Doctor shot her a look. "Donna, really," he turned to Jamie. "You alright?"

He got up, letting his former companion do the same. "Yes... Thank you... Who are you?"

How was he supposed to explain this? A least without crying... "Jamie McCribbon. You remember one day with a man. Short, old, black hair."

He looked around, starting to recall. "Yes... But that's all I remember of him. And you can't be him..."

"Oh, Jamie. You can't. But you had the time of your life with him."

Jamie didn't know what to say. He didn't know the man, but he seemed pretty convincing...

"Come on, Donna," the Doctor started to walk away. She followed, waving to Jamie as she left.

"Doctor!" The Scot remembered. He turned around, eyebrows raised. "Thank you... Forgot that day."

The Doctor smiled. "You won't again."