Argh! Simon woke with the smell of smoke fire frantically trying to get back to reality.

"Oh god, oh god," was all he could manage.

The dream had seemed so real so vivid and…he didn't know. But it was honestly as though he had been standing there watching his best friend, his lover, say to another guy that she loved him and kiss another guy. The jealousy coursing through his veins was out of this world. That was another reason why the dream felt so real.

But it couldn't be real, it just couldn't. Dreams weren't real. Dreams were a figment of your imagination when you're sleeping.

God the thought of Kayleigh turning round to him and saying she loved someone else, not him would be enough to turn him suicidal.

There was something bugging him about the guy Kayleigh had been confessing. Something that wasn't right…mmmm. What was it that wasn't right about him?

And then it clicked…his clothes. Of course! He wasn't wearing jeans or baggy trousers, he was wearing a kilt and a white shirt and his hear was long. People nowadays just did not wear kilts informally and if Kayleigh was in the past then…it could be real.

Real? But Kayleigh was with him. They were best of friends, they had great sex. How can it be real? How can she not see he loved her to bits and would do anything for her?

It just can't be. Simon just couldn't believe it!

He sighed looking up at the full moon. Since he had been told from the women that Kayleigh could not return unless she did herself, he had camped out at Craig Na Dun, not moving for anything or anyone. The press were having a field day with why he was camping out waiting for his friend to return. It was about a month since Kayleigh disappeared and he knew that people were expecting to find a body anytime soon. It was very disheartening.

A thought popped into his head about the dream…I'm pregnant. Kayleigh had said that to the guy, whoever he was. Pregnant, with that dream as vivid and lifelike as it was, could she really be pregnant. Then he might be able to be a dad.

Holy shit! A dad! It certainly wasn't impossible. They had always used protection but he had heard plenty of cases where people still got pregnant regardless of that.

Wait…what if it was this guy's baby. Oh no. Please god, I can't let this happen. There must be some way to get Kayleigh back, so he could tell her about his feelings.

The next logically thought was what if Kayleigh decided that she was in love with someone else and decided to stay. He would never know.

Stressed with all the thought he would rather not be having he lay back down on the tent floor with a sigh and closed his eyes and finally drifted to sleep.

Simon woke with another start to what appeared to be something clawing at the tent. It couldn't be his mum or dad; if they came up they would know to just come in.

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and opened the tent to find a man looking at him. If this was the press again they could just go away. He was doing no more interviews.

"Can I help ye?" He asked staring at the man's red coloured hair that was slightly longish.

"Are you Simon Campbell, aye?" The man peered at him.

"Eh…yes. What can I do for you?"

"My name is Jeremiah MacKenzie or just Jemmy, my father's name is Roger MacKenzie."

"Roger MacKenzie, as in Roger MacKenzie, wife of Brianna Fraser MacKenzie, daughter of Claire Fraser, who can all time travel?" He said anxiously. They must have come through after all.

"Aye that would be the one." He smirked. Jemmy must still find it all disbelieving. He did himself. "But they're nay the only ones who can time travel ye ken?" He said looking intently at Simon.

"Ye mean, you can too?"

"Aye that is so. I time travelled into the future with my mum and dad and wee sister."

"I see and what exactly can I do for you?"

"Well the truth o' the matter his that I read your story intently over the past months about your friend missing and I want to help you."

"Help me? How can you help me?"

"Alright, well I can help Kayleigh. My plan was to go back and get her safely back through the stones to the future. My dad doesn't want me to but I couldn't go on seeing the fact that you were arrested and now the press is hounding you. Firstly I wanted to apologise for my dad, he knew that you might go and see Fiona Buchan at the B & B and he told her not to say anything of our whereabouts to you. He didn't want the press coming to him and our family and making a connection with past events."

That was understandable, didn't mean I was going to forgive him. He had kept valuable information that could help with the disappearance of Kayleigh.

"Ok. So how can you help me?"

"Well my plan was to go back and find your friend and take her back."

"Oh. Oh well, does your dad agree to this? As much as that would be great I can't let you go through the stones without letting your dad know your whereabouts."

"No he doesn't." He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small object. "I took this from my da's study and will use it to go through the stones." The object was a blue emerald. Apparently this helped the passage through time.

"I canna let ye go Jemmy. Please take me to your dad, I would like to talk to him."

He sighed. "Alright Simon, I suppose."

Simon got out the tent and put on his trainers. As they made their way down the hill Jemmy kept looking back as though resigning himself to the fact that he might never get to go through his stones. Jemmy obviously really wanted to go back and was using this as a chance to do so, clearly against his father's wises.