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Directed by: Brendan Maher Written by: Toni Graphia First aired on October 8, 2017 Title Card: Claire is painting a Christmas ornament dated 1948 that states Brianna's 1st Christmas Boston, December 1968 Dr. Claire Randall (Caitriona Balfe) is performing surgery on a woman with Dr. Joe Abernathy (Wil Johnson) assistance. Claire says, "Sutures are in place." Joe is anxious to close her up. "We're done here. Let's pack her." Claire stops him. "Hold on. I think I still see some necrosis under here. More retraction." The Anesthesiologist (William Meredith) notes, "Systolic's dropped to 80." Joe is anxious. "We need to control the bleeding and start packing." Claire is clearly in charge. "We get the necrosis, and then I will tie off the bleeder. Forceps." The anesthesiologist states, "Down to 70." Joe is very nervous. "Dr. Randall." Claire is working frantically, "Two seconds." "We don't have two seconds." "Then one. Scissors. That's it. Forceps. I found the bleeder. Clamp. Tie it off." The anesthesiologist reports, "75 and climbing." Claire is done. "Scissors. All right. Let's pack her." Brianna Randall (Sophie Skelton) is in class and Professor Brown (Douglas Reith) is lecturing, "Listen, my children, and you shall hear of the midnight ride of Paul Revere." Well, we've all heard Longfellow's immortal verse. That fateful night April 18, 1775. "One if by land, two if by sea." And our hero, spreading the warning of the British attack and then single-handedly saving the day. Except it's a lie. Revere did ride that night, but he had company. Two men, in fact William Dawes and Samuel Prescott. Revere made it to Lexington, but he was captured by the redcoats. It was Prescott who completed the mission. But his name is lost to history. Why? Revere had a better publicist. Okay. After the Christmas break, we'll continue to examine how fictional prose can alter the perception of history. Have a great holiday. Then he addresses Brianna, "Uh, Miss Randall, a word? You're failing. This can't come as a surprise. I've spoken with your other professors, and it's not just history." Brianna offers, "Maybe I'm just not as smart as everyone thinks I am." "You wouldn't be at Harvard if that were the case. Your father was more than just a colleague. He was my friend. So I've always felt a responsibility to look out for you. Last semester, your grades were outstanding. What's changed? You can talk to me." Brianna says calmly, "Everything's fine." "You've got to turn this around, Brianna or your future here is in jeopardy." Brianna is looking at the Christmas ornaments on the tree, including her 1st Christmast one from the title card, then at Frank's pipe, and family photos from her childhood. She's clearly sad. Joe comes up to Claire and states, "You got that look." Claire, distracted, just says, "Hmm?" "The same look you had when you came back from Scotland. You ever gonna tell me what really happened over there?" "There's nothing to tell, really." Joe asks excitedly, "Did you meet a man, Lady Jane?" Claire answers with a little smile, "Not exactly." "Jesus. I can't believe you held out on me. Well?" "Well, there was someone. From my past." Joe deduces, "So he's Scottish?" Claire answers meaningfully, "As Scottish as they come." "Sounds serious." "As serious as it comes." "Hell, what happened?" "We we went our separate ways. And I had hoped that we would be able to find each other again, but fate had other ideas." Joe bluntly states, "Fuck fate." A Nurse (Jessica Preddy) interrupts them, "The postsurgical reports you asked for, Doctor. Claire is done for the day. "I'm off the clock. See you tomorrow, Joe." Joe isn't going to drop it. "To be continued." [Joe Tex's song "Show Me" is playing] Roger Wakefield (Richard Rankin) arrives in front of the Randalls' house and is nervous, talking to himself, "I've come this far. No turning back now. Oh, this is either the most daft thing I've ever done - or the most brilliant." The Cabbie (Justin Skelton) interrupts his solo conversation, "Uh-huh, yeah. $2.50, pal." Roger hands him the money and says, "Keep the change." Brianna and Claire are arguing loudly inside the house. "Brianna, if that is the issue, then you do not go out. You buckle down." "You're not listening." Roger rings their doorbell. Brianna, still angry, opens the door with curt, "What?" Roger rather sheepishly says, "Happy Christmas." Brianna says to her mother, "Look who's here." "Roger. What a wonderful surprise. What are you doing in town?" "I should've sent word. Clearly, I've come at a bad time." "No, not at all. Brianna and I were just " Brianna fills in, "Yelling." Claire explains, "Uh, Brianna has decided to withdraw from Harvard and is moving out." Brianna defends herself forcefully, "Which is my decision to make." Roger is noticably uncomfortable, "Well, I, um" Claire presses her point, "Let me call Dean Tramble. I'm sure he can have you reinstated." Brianna is adamant! "No! You're not listening! I need a break. You expect me to just come back to Boston and be who I was? I tried, and it's not working. Look, I have to go. I'm sorry, Roger. It's good to see you. Let's hang out tomorrow, okay?" Then she picks up her bag and heads out the door. Claire says, "I'm so sorry, Roger. Let me take your coat." "Thank you, but perhaps it's best I check into my hotel. I-I don't want to" "Nonsense. No, you'll You'll stay here." Claire and Roger are eating dinner. Claire asks Roger, "Have you been back to Inverness?" "No. With Father gone, well there's nothing there for me but books and dust." "It's your first Christmas without the Reverend." Roger explains, "Aye. Aye, he, um he always liked to bring toys to the children's home. We were known to sing a rousing round of "O Come All Ye Faithful" for the children and then eat Mrs. Graham's plum pudding. So I suppose that's one of the reasons why I took this trip. I'd like to try an American Christmas. Maybe make some new traditions of my own." Claire adds sadly, "We used to always read 'A Christmas Carol' to Brianna every year till she grew out of it, I guess. Or maybe Frank and I did. Mm. You seem to be a magnet for our family quarrels." Roger lies, "You were quarrelling? I hadn't noticed." "You didn't just come here for an American Christmas, did you?" "Is it that obvious?" "Well, I'm glad you're here. Brianna needs someone to talk to, and you're the only one who understands what she went through during the summer." "Ah, she puts up a good facade." "Well, I think it's finally hitting her." Roger asks, "Can I pour you a whisky?" "Sure." "I have some news that might put a smile on your face." Claire smiles, "Well, I could do with some good news." "I'm a historian. That's what I do. I pursue. I'm like a dog with a bone." Claire looks concerned, "What are you saying?" Roger blurts out, "I found him. Well, I found an article written in 1765 in a journal called Forrester's. It advocates the repeal on the restrictions of the import of spirits to the Scottish Highlands. Look at this line. 'For as has been known for ages past, Freedom and whisky gang thegither.' At the hotel bar in Edinburgh, you told me you quoted that line to Jamie." Claire is stunned, "You think he wrote this?" "I do. Look. Even in the opening of the article, quotes the poem again, addressing the ruling classes, 'Ye knights an' squires, wha' represent our Brughs and Shires' But this is a poem by Robert Burns." "Anybody could have known this." "Robert Burns was only six years old in 1765. The poem wasn't written until 21 years later. Only someone with knowledge of the future could have quoted lines that hadn't been written yet." "But it doesn't indicate an author." Roger directs her to the printer's name, "Have a look at the printer's name. Alexander Malcolm. Jamie's middle names, no?" Claire asks, "He was a printer?" "And living in Edinburgh in 1765. According to the parallel timeline on our calendar that's only a year ago." Claire is clearly angry. "Now, I never asked you to do this." "I thought you'd want to know." Claire says sharply, "Well, I don't." Sheepishly Roger apologizes, "I'm sorry." "I could've lived the rest of my life not knowing. 20 years ago I shut the door on the past. And it was the hardest thing I have ever done. And when you told me he survived Culloden I began to hope. I can't go through that again." "But this isn't just hope. This, this is, this is real. You can go to Jamie." "And leave Brianna? With everything that she's going through now? How? How could I do that to her? I am her mother, and she needs me. And I cannot abandon my daughter." "How can I help? What can I do?" "Just don't tell her. It will only confuse matters." Roger immediately agrees, "I won't say a word." Claire calms down a bit and concedes, "I know you meant well, Roger." "Thank you for a lovely dinner. I think I'll retire now. A bit of jet lag, I'm afraid." Claire, wearing a yellow robe, is sitting in a chair by the Christmas tree holding Ellen's pearls and looking out the window at Christmas lights. Joe is telling Claire about some old bones. Claire asks, "What's all this about?" "A friend of mine, Horace Thompson, sent these over for a second opinion. Pretty lady. Full grown, mature, maybe late 40s." Claire states, "He sent you over a 150-year-old murder victim." "You're only off by about 50 years. Horace is an anthropologist, and as he's looking for a cause of death, what made you think she was murdered?" Claire is stumped, "I don't know." Joe adds, "She's from a cave in the Caribbean. There were artifacts found with her. Aha. Lookee here. You were right." "Broken neck?" "More than that. Bone's not just cracked. Fracture plane's right through the centrum. Somebody tried to cut this lady's head clean off with a dull blade. How did you know?" "She just felt like it. Found in a cave, you said?" "A secret slave burial, they think. But this lady's no slave, no, sirree. She wasn't black. See her tibia? Short, relative to the femur." Claire clarifies, "The crural index." Joe concludes, "This lady was white." Claire agrees, "Bones don't lie." "They tell all." Joe changes the subject, "Now what aren't you telling me about your man in Scotland?" "He's He's Bree's real father. And I told her when we were in Scotland. That's the reason she's struggling so much at the moment." "I'm glad you told me. Explains a lot. You still love him?" Claire confirms, "I never stopped." "No one thought you and Frank were Ozzie and Harriet. I've watched you live a half-life for 15 years. If you have a second chance at love, you should take it. Brianna will come around." "Thank you, Joe." Roger is engrossed in a TV show, Dark Shadows. The woman on TV says, "She was desperate to be reunited with him, no matter what sacrifice she had to make." Barnabas asks, "Even her life?" "Yes, Barnabas, even her life. She wanted to be with him that much." The woman says, "I know it's been very difficult for you to accept " Brianna enters the room and is surprised, "You're kidding. Dark Shadows?" "Shh! Barnabas has just lost Victoria. Chris is worried he'll change into a werewolf, and and and Elizabeth, she thinks she's gonna be buried alive." "What would your posh colleagues at Oxford say if they knew you were rotting your brain on daytime TV?" "Ah, those troglodytes wouldn't understand the travails of the House of Collins." Brianna apologizes to Roger, "Sorry about yesterday." "I shouldn't have dropped in unannounced." "I'm glad you did." "I came for an American Christmas and lobster rolls and Boston cream pies, of course." "You know, I might know someone who can help you with that. There's this thing for my father at Harvard later today. They're naming a fellowship after him. Maybe you could come. We could go early, and I can show you the hallowed halls." "I'd be honored." Brianna plops down on the couch next to him, "We could watch the rest of the episode first, of course." Bree hands him a soda. Later Brianna is showing Roger around. "These are the Robinson cloisters, one of the only examples of Gothic revival on campus." Roger muses, "I wonder how many people have wandered through here over the years. The conversations that took place, the secrets etched in its nooks and crannies." "It's funny. I've been coming here since I was a kid. My dad used to bring me, and I never once thought about that." Roger asks, "You never wondered whether John Adams or or Teddy Roosevelt or John Kennedy stood under these same arches?" "Nope. No, I was always fascinated with how this was built. That every single piece of stone is held in place by the pressure of the one next to it. It's based on measurements, calculations, precision. There's a truth to this building." "That doesn't sound like the daughter of a historian." "Well, I'm not, am I? I'm the daughter of an 18th-century highlander." Roger is serious. "I had few memories of my real father. Although there were boxes in the garage, his letters, his things. But the reverend told me a story about what he was like as a child. How he made a martin house, but he made the hole too big, and a cuckoo got in. It's a silly story, really, but he made my father real to me. And knowing my father helped me know myself. Everybody needs a history." "But how do you know it's true? What if he made it up to make you feel better?" Roger asks, "Does it matter?" "But that's my point. What is history? It's just a story. It changes depending on who's telling it. Like Paul Revere's, like Bonnie Prince Charlie's, like my parents', like my own. History can't be trusted. We should get going. The ceremony is about to start." At the dedication ceremony Dean Tramble (Mitchell Mullen) addresses the croud, "We're here to honor the exceptional work of the late Professor Frank Randall, who served this university for nearly 20 years, and to announce the recipient of the newly named Frank W. Randall fellowship in the field of European studies, but first, let's talk about Professor Randall and his groundbreaking research." The plaque says, THE Frank W. Randall Fellowship Est. 1968 Professor Frank Wolverton Randall (1906-1966) came to Harvard in 1948 and served the History Department for 18 years until his death in 1966. During that time, Professor Randall's seminal research in the field of European Studies, in particular, his work charting the rise and fall of European dynasties in the early modern period, cemented his position as a leading historian on both sides of the Atlantic. Claire thanks him personally. "Dean Tramble, it's wonderful of you - to honor Frank this way." "It's the least we could do after all he did for the university." "Well, thank you." Professor Sandy Travers (Sarah Macrae) walks by and Dean Tramble stops her, "Oh, Professor Travers. I'll need your grant proposal by Monday. The endowment board waits for no man - Or woman." Sandy responds, "It'll be on your desk first thing, sir." Dean Tramble remembers his manners and makes the introductions, "Oh, I'm sorry. This is Sandy Travers, one of Professor Randall's former students. This is his wife, Claire." Sandy says to Claire, "Pleased to meet you." Dean Tramble explains, "Professor Travers is undertaking research on the influence of colonial English on autochthonous languages." Claire fein's interest, "That's fascinating." Some man off screen asks, "Dean, can I have a word?" Dean Tramble excuses himself and walks off. Alone now, Sandy says to Claire, "Frank would've hated all this fuss." Claire disagrees, "I think he would've rather liked it." "He always told me, 'The work is the reward.'" Claire has had enough of this and starts to walk away. "If you'll excuse me." Sandy pulls her back into the conversation passionately, "You should've let him go." "I beg your pardon?" "All those years. You never wanted him, but you wouldn't give him up." "I don't see how that's any of your business." Sandy very sadly bares her soul, "He told me he stayed with you for Brianna, but I knew. A part of him was still in love with you and always would be, no matter how much you broke his heart. I had to live with that because he was the love of my life. And I wanted him, even if it meant I had to share him with you. I could've made him happy. But you were selfish. You wanted it all. So you lived a lie, and you made Frank and Brianna live it too. You threw away 20 years with him. I would give anything to have just one more day." Brianna observed this exchange and asked her mother, "That blonde woman at the ceremony I recognized her. Who is she?" Claire clearly would rather not answer, "Uh, she was a student of your father's." Brianna persists, "I remember her. We were at this bookstore once, and Daddy stopped to talk to her. Something about it, the way he looked at her it was the same way he used to look at you. Back at the stones, we said no more lies, only the truth between us." Claire concedes the truth, "Frank loved her. It went on for many years, and he was planning on marrying her." Brianna ponders this and heads in a different direction. "You told me I looked like Jamie. All my life, Daddy had to look at me and see another man, the man you really loved. He must have hated me." Claire disagrees strongly, "Oh, no, darling. No. You were the one thing that was really important to Frank. Raising you, that was his life's work, his greatest joy." Brianna persists again, "What about you? There must've been a part of you that resented me. I was the reason you lost Jamie." "Never. What I resented was that I had to leave Jamie. But the day you were born and I held you in my arms and nursed you for the first time and you looked up at me. I've never felt anything else like it. I love you for you, Brianna. Not for the man who fathered you." "You must still think about him." Claire confirms this and fesses up her secret. "I do. There's something else that I need to be honest about." She shows Brianna the article Jamie published. Brianna is surprised, "'Alexander Malcolm.' This this is Jamie? - You found him?" "Oh, Roger did." Brianna states the obvious conclusion, "Then you can go back." Claire corrects her. "That's not why I'm telling you this. My life is here, with you." Brianna says sincerely, "I'm all grown up, Mama. I could live on my own. I love you, but I don't need you. Not the way I did when I was little." Claire looks at her daughter lovingly, "I know. Come on." On the television we hear Astronaut Capt. James Lovell on a live TV transmission from Apollo 8 on Christmas Eve, 1968, "And God called the light day, and the darkness, he called night. And the evening and the morning were the first day." Joe ponders, "How do you take a trip like that and come back to life as you knew it?" Capt. Lovell continues, "And let it divide the waters from the waters. And God made the firmament and divided the waters ..." In a voiceover, Claire states, "I had been, in many ways, further than the moon, on an even more impossible journey. And the answer was yes, you can come back to your life, but it's never the same. But maybe it was enough to have gone once. How many people can say they had that?" Capt. Lovell's voice continues on the TV, "And from the crew of Apollo 8, we close with good night, good luck, a Merry Christmas, and God bless all of you, - all of you on the good Earth." Another man's voice on TV says, "Apollo 8, Apollo 8, this is Houston. Three minutes ..." Claire looks out a window at the moon. Claire and Bree are having a heart to heart talk sitting on the sofa in their home. Claire says, "Bree, have you thought this through? If I go I may never be able to come back. It's not like an elevator, where you can just jump on and off." Brianna responds, "You've done it before." "But there are no guarantees. It's possible we may never see each other again. Can you live with that? 'Cause I don't know if I can. To not be there to to see you get married. Walk you down the aisle, or to watch you become a mother hold my first grandchild." "I know. It won't be easy. But I have been trying to figure out if I was more Randall or Fraser. And what I realized is that I'm more you than I am either of my fathers. And if I can turn out to be half the woman you are, then I'll be fine." Claire says sincerely, "But I'm the one who knows you better than anyone." "You know who doesn't know me? Jamie. You owe it to him to go back, and I want you to go. And tell him everything. There's something else." "What if he's forgotten me? Or what if he doesn't love me anymore?" "You told me what you felt for Jamie was the most powerful thing you ever felt in your life. Has that changed?" Claire says "No." "Then you have to trust it's the same for him. You gave Jamie up for me. Now I have to give him back to you." They embrace emotionally. Claire approaches Joe Abernathy. "Joe, I need a second opinion." "What's the case?" "Well, actually, what I need is an honest opinion. From a friend." "Okay." "Am I attractive? Sexually?" Joe smiles, "It's a trick question, right?" "No. I need a male point of view, and, well, you're the only man I can have this conversation with." Joe is putting it together. "Is this about your man?" "I'm thinking of giving it a go." Joe has it all figured out. "And you wanna look like you never left." "Well, I haven't seen him in 20 years. Have I changed terribly - since I first met you?" Joe gives his opinion, "You're a skinny white broad with too much hair but a great ass. He'll be in heaven when he sees you, Lady Jane." Claire smiles, "That's exactly what I needed to know." Joe goes about his business, but Claire lingers, so he asks, "What?" Claire chickens out. "It's nothing. Just thank you, Joe." "My pleasure. Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas." Brianna, Roger, and Claire are exchanging Christmas presents. Brianna hands Claire a box which contains a bunch of very old Scottish coins and says, "We found them in an antique store." "These certainly will be useful in Edinburgh." Brianna admits, "I wanted to get you a flashlight, but Roger said you'd end up at another witch trial." Roger adds, "Well, I figured this would come in handy." He hands her a wrapped box. Claire opens it and it contains a blue book titled, 'A Short History of Scotland the Nation' by Rosaline Masson. (Side note, this book DOES EXIST. It was first published in November 1942 and then reprinted in at least 1943, 1944, and 1947 by Thomas Nelson & Sons LTD in Edinburgh, Scotland. Rosaline Masson's middle name was "Orme", and it has 362 pages. Chapter 1 is 'The Roman Occupation', and the first sentence is "The history of Scotland is the history of a warlike and romantic little country which occupies a very small portion of the globe, but whose influence has been felt over all the world, and whose people, wherever they are, regard their land with a patriotism both passionate and impelling."). Claire looks grateful and states, "This would've been helpful first time around. I've been thinking a lot about what else I'll need. I borrowed some scalpels and penicillin - from the hospital." Roger agrees that was "Clever." "Well, I thought, '1766 Edinburgh will need it more than 1968 Boston.' Thank you both. It's incredibly generous." Brianna isn't done. "Wait. There's one more." She hands her a small box. Claire unwraps it. "Bree. Topaz. It's your birthstone." Brianna was very thoughtful. "You'll need it when you go through the stones. Gillian mentioned in her notebook that gemstones were necessary." "I lost one both times I went through before. First, my jeweled watch and then the stone from Jamie's father's ring." Brianna asks, "How are you going to carry all of this?" Claire shrugs, "I suppose I have to make something." Brianna is surprised, "You're going to make it?" Claire answers proudly, "After 15 years of making your costumes and pageant outfits, I think I know my way around a sewing machine, thank you very much." Roger smiles. He's getting into this. "That's brilliant. You could have your very own utility belt, just like the caped crusader himself." Brianna exclaims, "You really do watch a lot of TV." [ The '60s Batman theme plays while Claire is sewing her 18th century outfit on a Singer sewing machine. ] Claire is looking at her face in the mirror, and noticing her greyish streaks. She's forming an idea. Brianna notices, "Mama! You dyed your hair!" Claire answers sheepishly, "Oh well, I just touched up the gray. A little help from Miss Clairol." Roger approves, "That looks very natural." Brianna agrees, "You look beautiful With or without Miss Clairol." Roger notices the 18th century outfit, "So is this it?" Claire responds, "The bat-suit. Yes, I, uh I put some secret pockets in so I can bring everything that I need." Brianna notices the fabric, "You made it out of raincoats." "Well, it rains a lot in Scotland no matter what century. The hem's a mess, and one arm is still longer than the other, but ... " Brianna interrupts, "Mama, I promise you, no one is going to care. Especially Jamie. Is that my ..." Now Claire interrupts, "Blouse. May I borrow it? " Brianna agrees, "It'll look perfect." Roger cuts in, "Pardon me. I, uh I have to fetch one last-minute provision." Claire whispers to Brianna as Roger leaves the room, "He's a good one." Brianna agrees smiling, "I know." Claire hands Brianna an envelope. "I want you to give this to Joe Abernathy. It's, um my resignation letter. He'll know what to do with it. And this is the deed to the house. Your name's on it now, along with all the bank accounts." Brianna looks sad, "I can't believe you're not letting me come with you to Scotland." "This is how I want to do it. First time I went through, I was terrified. Second time, heartbroken. This time, I want it to be peaceful. If I had to say good-bye to you there I might never go." Brianna understands. "Well. That is not an option." Claire and Brianna hug. "Oh, my beautiful girl." Brianna is teary, but bravly says, "I am gonna miss you so much. But I'll be fine. Find my father. And give him this." Then she kisses her mother's cheek. "I have something I want to give you. Scottish pearls. Jamie gave these to me on our wedding night. They were his mother's, Ellen, your grandmother. You could wear them on your wedding day, if you like." She puts them around Brianna's neck. "They're beautiful." Roger comes back into the room carrying a bottle of whisky. Claire says to him, "Thank you, Roger, for being a dog with a bone. For everything. I'll miss you." Roger holds up the bottle, "One last thing, wee nip for the road." Brianna toasts, "To freedom and whisky." Claire repeats, "Freedom and whisky." Then Claire leaves the house and gets into a taxi. Brianna and Roger are watching as it drives away. Brianna is tearing up, then tells Roger, "Stay here a minute." As she's walking away he asks worriedly, "Are you all right?" She ducks into the kitchen, gets emotional but wipes away her tears, puts on a Santa hat, grabs a tray with food, then returns to Roger. Roger examines the tray, chuckling, and asks "Lobster roll and Boston cream pie?" Brianna says hopefully, "Maybe later, we can watch A Charlie Brown Christmas?" "What's that?" "Part of your new American Christmas tradition." Roger grabs a wrapped box from under the tree and says, "I have something for you too." She unwraps the box and it is a hardcopy of A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. Brianna is really touched by this thoughtfulness, and gives him a warm kiss. As Roger is eating his lobster roll, Brianna snuggles up next to him on the couch and starts reading, "'Marley was dead, to begin with. There was no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker ...'" Claire's voiceover starts with her riding in a checker cab wearing modern clothes. The cab stops and she opens the door looking at a puddle of water. Then it ends with her exiting a carriage in Edinburgh in 1766 in the 18th century clothes she recently made. She steps into a puddle of water. "When I was small, I never wanted to step in puddles. I couldn't bring myself to believe that the perfect, smooth expanse was no more than a thin film of water over solid earth. I believed it was an opening into some fathomless space and if I stepped in, I would drop at once and keep on falling. Even now, when I see a puddle in my path, my mind half halts, though my feet do not, and I hurry on, with only the echo of the thought left behind." The Royal Mile in Edinburgh 1766 Claire makes her way down the crowded Royal Mile and stops to ask a Baker's Boy (Zak McCullough) who's walking past her, "Pardon. I'm looking for a printer. Uh, Mr. Malcolm Alexander Malcolm." He replies, "Aye, just down the way and to the left. Carfax Close, madam." "Thank you." She follows his instructions and sees a metal sign with "A. Malcolm" and touches it longingly. She climbs up the stairs and enters the printshop. A small bell on the door announces her entrance. Jamie Fraser (Sam Heughan) asks, "That you, Geordie? Took you long enough. Where'd you go to get the ash? All the way to Glasgow?" Claire can't see him yet, but follows his voice to a balcony where she peers over the edge and sees him below. He's turned away from her at a printing press. He's examining some papers. Claire says, "It isn't Geordie. It's me. Claire." Jamie slowly turns around and looks up with the same expression that was on his face when he saw visions of Claire. Disbelief, like he's seeing a ghost. Then reality starts to hit him, his eyes open wider, and he grabs for the table behind him. Then, rather gracefully for such a large man, he faints. Claire's dreamy expression immediately turns to one of shock.