"Wake up it's a beautiful morning! Feel the sun shining for your eyes!"

The bass on the music was so loud it physically hurt as I was dragged out of the depths of a dreamless sleep. I sat up in bed slowly to see…

"Doctor, what are you doing?" I demanded. He was already fully dressed in that eccentric outfit he liked to wear. His hair was, as usual, a dishevelled mess. And he was jogging on the spot. As I sat up, he moved into doing star jumps.

"Rose! Morning!" He gave that toothy grin as he saw me, but didn't stop jumping. "I'm doing my exercises!"

"Do you do this every morning?" I asked incredulously. The music was still blaring in the background.

"You should join in!" he said enthusiastically. "Nothing like a morning's hard exercises to get the hearts pumping!"

"I'm fine from here thanks." I shuddered. "I don't suppose you could turn the music down, could you?"

"Oh sorry." He clicked his fingers and the music cut out. "I didn't really notice how loud it was. How did you sleep?"

"Really well." I nodded. "Thank you. I… I'm sorry about last night, I just…"

"It's fine." He shook his head. "Right! Now you're awake… come on!" He grabbed my hand and dragged me out of bed.

"Where are we going?" I asked. "Doctor! I'm not even dressed!"

He hesitated for a second and looked at me. Then he shrugged. "You'll do!" And he continued pulling me down the TARDIS corridors and out the door onto...

"Where are we?" I shivered as a gust of wind blew up the mountainside.

"Scotland!" he said, grinning from ear to ear. The faint trace of Scottishness that he'd affected when we met Queen Victoria, came back into his voice. He breathed in deeply. "Just get a lungful of that air!"

I looked at him. "What?"

He looked across at me. "Well? Look at the view, isn't the view fantastic?"

I looked. It was. "Yeah, it's lovely but… why are we here?"

"You're always saying you'd like a holiday. So here we are."

"Scotland?" I almost choked. "You've brought me to Scotland on holiday?"

"What's wrong with Scotland?" He looked aggrieved, like I'd insulted his homeland or something.

"Nothing!" I shook my head hurriedly. "Nothing, it's lovely. I just…Scotland? We could have gone anywhere in the universe and we've come to Scotland?"

A nerve pulsed in his cheek and he shoved his hands into his pockets. Scuffing the floor with his feet, he looked down. "I guess we could have gone somewhere more exotic. I just thought you might like something a bit more down to earth." He wandered off across the mountain, his shoulders hunched.

I sighed. I should probably go after him. I hadn't meant to upset him; it wasn't his fault that I was less than impressed with his choice of holiday destination. But the mountain was bloody cold and I didn't even have anything on my feet. I turned back to the TARDIS and padded inside, leaving him brooding out on the mountain alone.

A/N: The lyrics at the start of this chapter come from The Boo Radley's Wake up Boo! A happy happy song that I thought the Doctor might like!