Surprise flickered across his face at her requests. He had expected her to be eager to get rid of the terrible memories and even more eager to get rid of the scar. In the past the Doctor had a lot of moments when humans baffled him to no end, but this time he was left completely stumped. He couldn't understand this woman no matter how hard he tried.<br/><br/>He felt Robin slump as her body succumbed to the treatment. For a moment his hands didn't leave the sides of her face as he debated going against her wishes and erasing the dreadful memories.<br/><br/>"You don't need those memories, Robin," he spoke as he softly stroked the scar across her face. "They'll keep you up at night. You'll shiver when you think of them. It'll make you feel angry in the worse of times. You could end up hating yourself the more you think back to those horrible moments. Surely you wouldn't want to remember them when they cause you so much grief?" The Doctor asked, but the moment the words and finished leaving his lips he realised his own hypocrisy. He couldn't remember a lot of terrible moments from his past and he wanted nothing more than to get them back.<br/><br/>He rose and strode over to the TARDIS console and began to move his fingers over the controls like a pianist. The room shook and spun as the TARDIS changed course and tumbled through space and time to the new destination that he had set.<br/><br/>"Humans," the Doctor muttered before flicking a switch and swaying on the spot as the TARDIS violently rocked to one side. "When is the day going to arrive when you don't get your flipping way all the time?"<br/><br/><div align="center">---</div><br/>Robin awoke in a clean room which seemed to glow with brilliant white light. The light came not from simple light bulbs, screwed into a primitive circuit system, but from giant slabs of glowing tiles that lined the floors, the walls and the ceiling, bathing everything below in a healthy peaceful light.<br/><br/>She lay, not on a bed, but on a thick grey foam mat, supported by a skeleton of metal which molded it into a comfortable shape around Robin's body. Dangling on either side of this bizarre cradle, were two machines which seemed to constantly adjust beams of blue light that scanned over every part of her body. She was no longer dressed in her own clothes but an ordinary blue medical gown, exactly the same as those on Earth.<br/><br/>The Doctor was sitting opposite her, reading a newspaper titled<em>The Universal News</em>with a bored look on his face. The seat he sat in was as strange as everything else in the room, for not only was it molded in a weird twisty shape, but it was also hovering a few inches off the ground.<br/><br/>"This is the S. S. Nightingale," the Doctor called over the top of his newspaper, "An interstellar liner, launched in the year five billion and sixty eight, for the soul purpose of bringing healthcare to every planet in the universe and providing the best medical care possible to it's patients. On board this ship is nearly eight hundred patients, which are all treated by a staff of over two hundred nurses, doctors and medical droids."<br/><br/>The Doctor tucked the newspaper under his arm and got to his feet before crossing over to Robin and smiling at her warmly. "And yes, medical gowns have still not improved since two thousand and thirteen. They're still the embarrassing, inconvenient things that show off your backside when they the strings undo."<br/><br/>He reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic container which he held out in front of him with a smile. "I bought you some grapes"