"Well, next time we encounter a random wall of swirling flame, I'll make sure to let<em>you</em>touch it first," Robin mumbled before being struck silent by the view afforded when the doors opened. It was magnificent - a huge, golden mountain, teeming with plant life so immaculate it seemed impossible. The air was a shimmering spectacle of light, making it so that any way you turned your head, a different view awaited you. Brooks and streams murmured to each other as they ran. Gold lined the the spectacular white walls.<br/><br/>As the Doctor spoke, her gaze was drawn toward the immensely old Scot and the strange robot who guided him. The man looked like an old-fashioned Scottish warrior, with sword and all. The robot seemed far more interesting to Robin. It was white, with its head a spherical shape and its body fashioned after that of a human. Its hands seemed to be made of a different material, but  Robin was distracted again as the Doctor spoke to the man in the wheelchair.<br/><br/>Memories surfaced in her mind again... Memories of a courteous younger man dressed in the same sort of attire. So this must have been another one of the Doctor's former companions... Robin walked forward and knelt beside the Doctor, looking up at Jamie.<br/><br/>"What is he doing here?" she whispered.