Sir James McCrimmon strode into his bedroom, still flush from the glorious occasion... to find a man slouched against his window.
"Sir McCrimmon," said the figure, stroking a hand along the sill.
"Aye," said Sir James, reaching for the sword at his belt. Such a shame, to sully a ceremonial sword thus, but aye, bring it glory...
The figure stood, bringing itself to light. A tall gangly man, clad in black, save for a green shirt beneath his leather jacket. Hair close-cropped, as of one deloused, or a soldier.
"I... I just wanted to congratulate you, Jaime," he said.
Color flooded his face. "How dare you speak tae me so familiar, you trespassin'-" He darted forward, but the fellow easily dodged, guiding the sword away and sending him to his knees as he did.
"Well, I never!" barked the man. "Stupid ape..."
"Guards!" shouted Sir James. He struggled to stand.
"Wait, wait," said the man. "I'm so sorry, Jaime. I should have come to your knighting in a more recognisable way." He frowned. "I hope this can remind you."
The man stood back, rumpling his non-existent hair with both hands. He then fiddled with his (again) non-extant tie and stuck his hands in his pockets. In a befuddled voice eerily out of sync with the current visuals, he said,
"Oh dear oh dear oh dear. Really, Jaime, you should get a hold of yourself. Going off half-cocked could get us into more trouble!"
"D-doctor? Saints... I..."
"Shush," said the Doctor, walking over and grasping his hand and forearm. "You'll see me again. I just... I just wanted you to know... I'm proud of you."
"They tried to make me forget you, Doctor," Sir James said in a shaken voice. He pulled back. "Why do you look so different?"
"Part of being a Time Lord, Jaime," said the Doctor, shaking his head. "We change. Everything changes." He reached out and grasped his shoulder. "Hail, McCrimmon."
Sir James sat up in bed, startling a maid collecting the last nights chamber-pots.
"My Lord, shall I send for a churgeon?"
Sir James looked around the room. Nothing was amiss, his wife was probably waiting for him a-breakfast.
"Nae, lass, but I thank ye for tha' concern'," he said.
As the girl left, he scanned the room. It couldn't have been a dream, could it?
"Aye, Doctor," he said finally, "always the way, isn't it."
Sighing, he pulled himself out of bed. A servant came to dress him.
Giving him a glare, he said, "I'm nae crippled, man! I'll do it me sel'."
"But it is nae proper for a knight to dress himself! That's what your servant is for."
"Ah, I suppose 'tis the way, then," said Sir James wearily. He stood and extended his arms, allowing the servant to put the fancy new clothes on him.