Victoria was surprised at how comfortable she was, walking out of the cinema holding Jamie's hand. Back in her time it would have been scandalous for her to be seen holding his hand without even so much as gloves between them. She hadn't understood everything that happened in the "movie", Jamie had explained what he could from what Ben had told him, but even so some of it was confusing. She didn't even try to understand how the "movie" worked. Neither did Jamie.
"Did you like the movie?" Jamie asked. He sounded a little unsure of himself, as if he didn't know what they were supposed to talk about.
"Yes," Victoria said. "Thank you for explaining what was happening."
"Of course," Jamie said. "I wish I could have understood it all better myself."
Victoria nodded. A silence fell over both of them as they walked down the street towards where they had left the Doctor and the TARDIS. The Doctor had said something about the tardis refueling, but Victoria hadn't understood anything else he had said.
Jamie chuckled lightly.
"What is it?" Victoria asked.
"It's nothing, I was just thinking how strange it is that the two of us, from two different times, are walking down the street in a completely different time."
"It is strange," Victoria said. "And frightening too sometimes."
"Aye," Jamie nodded. "It is."
Victoria wasn't sure if she believed that Jamie found it very frightening. Maybe in the moment, but it always seemed like as soon as they got back to the TARDIS he forgot all about the frightening parts. Victoria never could. Even now she was a little afraid that some monster would jump out of the shadows and attack them.
"I liked the little song she sang, the one she sang to the children during the thunderstorm," Victoria said, more to distract her from her fears than anything else. "I wish I could remember how it goes."
"Aye, I remember the one," Jamie replied. "Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens."
Victoria looked up at him as he sang the first line of the song. "You remember it?"
"Not all of it, I don't think. There were a few words I didnae understand," Jamie said, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly.
"Well, maybe the words that you don't remember I will," Victoria said. "How did the next line go?" She hummed the melody as best she could remember it.
"Almost," Jamie said. "Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens, brown paper packages tied up with strings."
"These are a few of my favorite things." Victoria joined him for the last line, a smile spreading across her face.
...
Victoria stood just across the street from the building where her first university class would be held. Imagine that, she was about to start university. She didn't often miss the nineteenth century, but moments like this certainly still felt strange and exciting, and even a little terrifying. She took a deep breath. Her first class started in just under twenty minutes. She still had a little time.
"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens."
...
"When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel so bad."
The song seemed to hang in the still midnight air as Jamie finished singing. He wasn't sure where he had learned the song, but he was sure he hadn't written it himself. But somehow he knew it, and somehow it was comforting any time he was afraid or woke up from a nightmare. The song was always there, even if he didn't remember why.