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Directed by: Ben Bolt Written by: Jennifer Yale First aired on November 18, 2018 Inverness 1970 There is a Leyland moving truck parked in front of the late Reverend Wakefield's home in Inverness. The lettering on the truck states, "Bray & Son Removals TEL 031 556372 Established 1946 INTERNATIONAL REMOVALS LOCAL - LONG DISTANCE - SHIPPING - CONDENSED STORAGE Edinburgh Dundee Inverness License plate: CSF 2338" Fiona Graham (Iona Claire)) and Ernie (Ciaron Kelly)) are carrying boxes and plants from the truck to the house. Inside the house Roger Wakefield (Richard Rankin) is sitting down in an almost empty living room playing his guitar, looking pretty lonely. He says to Fiona, "Well, ho." Fiona replies, "Hey. Since when do ye stop playing when ye see me?" "Ah, just messing around." Roger stands up and puts his guitar in the case laying on the floor. Fiona says, "It was lovely." "Thank you." He picks up a bottle of liquor and a jar of salt. "Well congratulations on your new home. Salt, for life's tears. May they always be happy ones. May ye have flavor in your life." He hands the salt to Fiona, and the bottle to Ernie, adding, "You'll need a toast, of course." Ernie says, "Let's crack it open." And he pops the cork. Fiona looks around, realizing they don't have any glasses unpacked yet, so she says "Uh, hey, it'll do among friends, eh?" And then she takes a swig and hands the bottle to Roger, who waxes poetic. "May the roof above never fall in, and may we below never fall out." Roger takes a swig and hands the bottle to Ernie. "Here's to honest men and bonnie lasses." Ernie nods to Fiona and takes his swig. Roger looks around, saying "Well I better get going." He hands the keys to Fiona, who says to Ernie, "Roger's headed to America for a Scottish festival." Ernie questions, "Ye're leaving Scotland to go to a Scottish festival?" Roger expains, "I was invited to play." Fiona prods, "And?" Roger echos, "And" Fiona tells Ernie, "Roger's courting a lass in America. She's studying engineering at MIT in Boston. Ernie, be a dear and let the removal men know where to place the furniture. I'll see Roger off." She hands the jar of salt to Ernie who says, "Good-bye, Roger." "Bye." Earnie adds, "Good luck." And heads off to instruct the removal men. "Thank you." Roger looks around, picks up his guitar case and suitcase and says, "Well" Fiona asks, "When is the last time you saw Brianna?" Oxford during our summer break, and we spent Christmas together again in Boston, but it's been a while. We write and have the occasional telephone call, but, uh well, with my teaching and her studies..." "Ye have to tell her." "Tell her what?" "I may not read tea leaves like my grannie. But I can see ye're in love with her." "Uh" "Now go get her." "Thanks, Fi. I'll see you." Back at River Run in 1777, the day after Rufus died. Claire (Caitriona Balfe) is standing on the front porch looking very sad and upset. Inside, Jamie (Sam Heughan) is talking to his aunt, Jocasta Cameron (Maria Doyle Kennedy), who states sadly, "I suppose there's no changing yer mind." "Aye. We must leave." "I wanted so badly for ye to stay. I thought perhaps, in time, ye would begin to love River Run as I do and accept the ways that are different here." "I'm sorry, Auntie. I'll only be master to my own soul." "Where will ye go, Nephew?" "Well, we'll keep to the plan we had before we arrived. Take Ian back to Wilmington. He'll board a ship home, and and we'll travel west toward the mountains. I heard there's a-a town with a great number of Scottish settlers there." "Aye. Woolam's Creek." "Claire can practice her healing. I can find work as a printer." Jocasta scoffs. "Printer." "Now And I'll return this." He puts the pouch of money into his aunt's hand. "Ye may keep it." "No." "I insist." "I'll no accept what I didna earn." Jocasta gets up and walks away from him. "Dinna let yer pride stand in the way of your family's security. Ulysses (Colin McFarlane) will ready some horses for you and a wagon to carry provisions. That will get ye where ye're going. And he will provide ye with a rifle and some pistols as well." "I'm grateful." She opens a wooden box holding a pair of silver candle sticks. "And one last thing These were yer mother's. I ken she would want ye to have them." Jamie picks one up and says sincerely, "I'll treasure them." "No good comes grieving over what is already lost, but what I wouldna give to look upon yer face just once." She reaches up and touches his face and he grabs herh and and kisses it. Jamie is walking quickly through the house with Young Ian (John Bell) following close behind. Jamie says, "I already told ye no. I made a promise to yer parents to see you home safe. Ye belong wi' them." Ian doesn't think so. "'Twas a promise you shouldna have made. I didna belong to anyone." "Ye're too young to be on yer own." "I'll not be on my own. I'll be with you and Auntie Claire." Jamie is adamant. "Ye're going home." "Do you not recall that ye sailed to France when ye were younger than I am now? By the time ye were my age, ye were fighting a war." "It may have been a war, but the country was civilized. There are savages here and dangers we dinna yet ken." Ian states passionately, "'Dangers we dinna yet ken'? And what of those I do ken? The dangers I've already faced? I've been set upon by pirates twice, kidnapped, thrown into a pit, sailed through a hurricane. Before we came here, I saw things through the eyes of a boy. But the things I've seen have changed me. I'm no the same lad ye kent in Scotland. I'm a man, free to call the place I choose home." He hit his mark. Jamie understands now. "I'll not stand in yer way any longer. I'll write yer mother and father." "Hey, a man writes his own letter." Ian says very maturely. "Word of my decision to stay in America will come from me." "Go write yer letter, then. We leave today." Ian is triumphant! He won! Jocasta is seated in front of the fire, and Claire is let in by a house slave. She says, "I've come to say good-bye." Jocasta says sadly, "What happened last night I wish it had been different." "So do I." "I ken we're not of like mind, but I admire a woman of conviction. My blindness doesna prevent me from seeing how much you love my nephew." "It doesn't prevent you from much, as far as I can tell. Good-bye." She turns to leave. Jocasta isn't finished with this conversation. "You're doing him a great disservice, ye ken." "I beg your pardon?" "You're his reason he wouldna accept my offer. You've a good deal of influence on him, and he's blinded by his passion for you. If you truly loved Jamie as much as ye say ye do, you'd want him to be the man he was born to be, to have the things he lost in Scotland, the chance to be a laird." "You haven't seen Jamie since he was a boy, and you've known us together all of a few days. You know nothing about me or my husband." "I ken that my nephew's no ordinary man. To allow him to squander his talents behind a printer's counter. It would be a dreadful shame." Well, she tried. "Thank you again for your hospitality." In front of the house, Jamie and Ulysses are preparing for the Frasers' departure. Ulysses states, "Clarence is as strong and friendly and And loud a mule as ever God made." Jamie replies, "I appreciate it, Ulysses. He'll serve us well." Claire approaches, and Phaedre (Natalie Simpson) tells her kindly, "Ye'll find some oatcakes and salted meat for the journey among yer belongings, Mistress Claire." "Thank you, Phaedre." Phaedre and Ulysses walk back toward the house where Jocasta is waiting on the front porch. John Quincy Myers (Kyle Rees) approaches the Frasers on horseback, and Ian makes the introduction, "Uncle Jamie, Auntie Claire, this is John Quincy Myers." Claire says loudly, "Pleased to meet you." Jamie adds, "I'm told it's thanks to you we'll not be traveling with a foul-smelling hound amongst us." "Indeed." Ian asks, "What are you doing here?" "Your Auntie Jocasta tells me you're traveling west to Woolam's Creek. As it so happens, I'm going that way myself. I'd be happy to guide you into the Blue Ridge." "That would be most useful. Thank you, Mr. Myers." Ian mounts a white horse and Jamie climbs into the wagon with Claire. Clarence, the mule, and another white horse are tied to the end of the wagon. Jamie takes his tricorn hat off and waves it to Jocasta. Of course, she can't see it, but Ulysses informs her, "Your nephew bids you farewell, Mistress." The four of them leave River Run with a lot more than they arrived with. "Boston" Roger has arrived at the airport terminal and smiles when he sees Brianna Randall (Sophie Skelton) approaching him. She smiles too. It's a little ackward, but he says "Hi." "Hi." He reaches in, maybe for a kiss? But she hugs him instead, saying, "Uh - It's good to see you." "You too." "How was your flight?" "Ah. Bumpy. I mean, hopefully your car handles turbulence better than that airplane." "I guess we'll find out. North Carolina, here we come." ROADTRIP! They're in the car eating Dairy Queen takeout. Roger is driving and says, "These are the best chips I've ever had." Brianna corrects him. "Um, you're in America. Call them French fries." "Of course, aye, 'cause that makes perfect sense." "I can take another shift if you want." "Oh, I don't mind. I will have more of that chocolate malt, though." She holds the cup and sticks the straw in his mouth. "Mm. Mm. Mmm." "All right, your turn. A. Bree says, "The minister's cat is an androgynous cat." He counters with, "The minister's cat is an alagrugous cat. Alagrugous Grim or woebegone." Her turn, "All right. The minister's cat is a brindled cat." "The minister's cat is a bonnie cat." She says grinning, "All right, that's a draw. The minister's cat is a coccydynious cat." Roger asks, "A cat with a wide backside?" "No. A cat that's a pain in the ass." "All right, then. The minister's cat is a camstairy cat." She's smiling at him and he asks, "What?" "You're pretty. Even though you have ketchup on your cheek." "'Pretty'?" He wipes at his right cheek. "You missed it. - Here." And she wipes the ketchup from his left cheek. "I mean 'dashing cat' would've made sense for our game. 'Devilishly handsome cat' would be a worthy term." "Shut up and kiss me." She leans across him and gives him a big smackaroo, and he almost loses control of the car. "Christ! You could've run me right off the road, lass." They're both grinning ear to ear. Jamie and Claire are in the same spot 202 years earlier, looking at the same stand of pine trees and mountain in the background. The pavement is replaced with grass. Jamie is on horseback, carrying a long rifle. Myers is driving the wagon, explaining, "That mountain there the Scots of the region gather there in the autumn to trade after the harvest's in. I-I'm sure you'd find yourselves at home there. This area once belonged to the Tuscarora, but you won't see them anymore. The land mostly belongs to Cherokee now." Ian, who is riding in the back of the wagon, states, "Cherokee are great warriors, no?" "They fight well and fight with honor. And they do what they must to guard their lands from whoever has a mind to take 'em." Jamie says, "Dinna blame 'em." Myers continues, "It's justice for them. Their way of maintaining nvwadohiyadv, harmony on Earth." Jamie asks, "Ye speak Cherokee yourself, Mr. Myers?" "Oh, a bit." Ian explains happily, "Mr. Myers has spent time with many an Indian woman." "Oh, I don't recall as I put a number on it. Cherokee women choose who they marry and, before that, who they bed with." Ian states happily, "I love this land." There is some gorgeous mountain scenery, and a bald eagle soaring overhead. They are gathered around a camp fire, and Myers says, "I must part with you tomorrow and make my way to a trading house some ways north of here. I have tobacco for the Indians, and they'll have deerskins for me." Ian adds, "Mr. Myers has been kind enough to ask me to go with him." Seeing their concern, Myers adds, "Well, you have nothing to fear. The Indians who come to trade with the settlers are very civil." Ian states the plan, "We'll take the wagon and meet you at Woolam's Creek." Claire asks, "How long have you lived in these mountains, Mr. Myers? You seem to know them well." These mountains are old friends to me. And those who dwell around them near enough so, too. Not to worry, mistress, the lad will be safe. I promise you both. Jamie concents. "Aye. All right, just dinna get yer heids scalped." Myers gets up and walks away. "Uncle Jamie, thank you." "Go help him with the horses, lad." "Come, Rollo." Jamie says, "And we'll be at Woolam's Creek soon enough." Looking up, Claire adds, "It's all right. I rather enjoy being under the stars." "Aye. Are ye sure ye wouldna rather go to a place ye're more familiar with? Boston, say, or someplace we can start anew?" "Boston? That would hardly be starting anew. Not for me at least. I've already had a life there. And besides, it it'll be dangerous there soon. The tensions will be rising. That's where the Revolution starts. I want us to make a home together a place that's ours." "Aye." Jamie and Claire are both riding through the trees. Jamie is on a white horse, Claire on Myers horse, and Clarence is on a lead rope, carrying their supplies. They're talking... Jamie asks, "So she could have her own choice of work?" "Well, yes. In my time, women had more choices than ever. "Huh. And what was Brianna's choice?" "Before I left, she hadn't made one yet. You know, it's funny. I've always known what I wanted to be. It was clear as far back as I can remember." "Ye were born to be a healer, then." "I suppose I was. To be honest, I I worried that Brianna couldn't find something she was passionate about. You know, she'd try something and get bored and move on." "In this time, you're more likely to take up your family's work and be thankful for that." "Well, she tried studying history like Frank, but then she gave that up." "She never wanted to be a-a doctor like you?" "No. No, Frank and Brianna, they well, they spent more time together. I suppose they had a stronger bond. I think that's why she chose history in the first place. She wanted to please him." "Dinna fash. She'll find her way. Ye're always telling me how sharp-witted she is." "Yes, she is. But there'll never be a day I don't worry about her." "There's a storm coming. We'll abide in a tavern when we reach the town until we have enough coin to put a roof over our heads." "Or perhaps a quaint brothel." "Will ye hold that over me forever, Sassenach?" "Not forever." Jamie and Claire have stopped as the white horse has problems with one of its shoes and Jamie is working on prying it off. Claire is seated while they have a conversation. Jamie looks at the horse shoe and says "Huh? Huh." Claire states, "You love working with horses." "Ye asking or purely making an observation?" "An observation. And printing?" "Canna say I loved it. Was good at it. Kept my mind agile and my body in good strength, too." "Will it be enough for you now? I mean, you were also a smuggler and a seditionist." "A man should be settled at my age, you know? Besides I thought you said ye wanted to live in a town in the backcountry? Ye said we'd be safer." "I did. I just don't want you making this decision because you think it's what I want. There's a-a phrase that becomes important in America The 'pursuit of happiness.'" "Ah. Ye dinna think I can be happy unless I'm a criminal? I was an outlaw when first we met and an outlaw when you returned. If it was only me, I would live as one again. And when I was auld, I would lie under a tree and let the wolves gnaw at my bones, but it's not just me. It's you And Ian Fergus, Marsali. You understand? I would lay the world at your feet, Claire but I have nothing to give you." There's a loud thunder and Clarence the mule starts braying. Jamie states, "The storm's upon us. We'll make camp here." There's more thunder which spooks the horses. Jamie tries to calm the white one, "Shh, shh, shh." Then another loud thunderclap spooks Clarence and he breaks his rope and runs off, fully loaded with most of their supplies. "Christ. Stupid mule." But Jamie is in the middle of putting the horseshoe back on, so Claire decides to go after him. "I'll go get him." "Claire, he'll no go far." "In that case, he'll be easy to find." "Claire." Jamie calls out but she's already mounted and taking off after Clarence. Roger and Brianna have arrived at the Scotish Festival in North Carolina. There are lots of people and lots of activities going on all around a large clearing. In the center is a large stag made out of twigs and branches twisted together. Registration for the Calling of the Clans can be found at booth five. Over the loud speaker someone is announcing, "Daily dancing lessons will take place from noon till 3:00." Roger is wearing a kilt and Brianna seems to appreciate the sight. "My mother always said men in kilts were irresistible. She was right." "Well, you look lovely yourself." Roger is carrying his guitar case and they're both grinning. "Smile for the camera." "Hey, look, cotton candy!" Over the speaker we hear, "Don't forget that the burning of the stag will take place tomorrow night." Brianna observes, "I had no idea there were so many Scots in North Carolina." "They said it was settled by them in the 18th century. I hope it's not upsetting for you being here." "No, no. I just it does make me think of my mother. I wonder if she ever made it back, found Jamie, if she's happy." "I like to believe she did." Over the loudspeaker, "Scottish shortbread is now available for purchase at the marketplace." They approach an artist's booth with a sign, "Highland Clan Portraits". The Artist (Jamie Scott Gordon)) is working on a portrait, and Bree looks on. Brianna says, "Hey, I've always wanted to have my portrait done." Roger is less enthusiastic, "Ooh, that makes one of us." The artist asks, "So what clan?" "I don't have a clan I mean, I guess I'm a Fraser. But my boyfriend's a MacKenzie." "So then how about a drawing of the two of you? We've got a MacKenzie tartan you can wear." "Yeah, sounds great. Two MacKenzie tartans. Come on, we don't have a single picture of us together." Roger says, "Well, you better focus on my good side." Later, they're walking around and Bree is admiring their portrait. Over the loudspeaker someone says, "The haggis-eating contest will begin in 15 minutes In tent one." Brianna puts the portrait in her bag and they enter a tent where people are dancing. She says, "Well, that looks like fun." Roger asks, "The ceilidh dance? Aye, it's good fun. It's a bit tricky, though." Bree reads in the program, "Try your hand and feet at ceilidh dancing. Live a long and happy life." Roger adds, "Or die trying." She says, "Let's do it." "Aye." The Ceilidh Caller (Kirsty Stuart)) tells the couple ahead of them, "Go." Then she turns to Bree and Roger and asks, "You want to be next?" "Uh, sure." The caller asks, "Well, you done it before?" Bree answers, "Never, but he has." "He'll be a good partner, then. Grab his hand and spin for 16 beats." Roger grabs her hands, saying "Like this." The caller says, "Go." And they spin off having lots of fun together. Jamie has finished with the horses' shoe and puts his tools away in his pouch. He hears Clarence braying, and the mule wanders back into the clearing. He expects Claire to be within earshot. He yells, "Claire!" He ties Clarence securely to a tree, grabs his pistol and tucks it into his belt, and yells as loud as he can, "Claire!" Claire is still mounted, looking for the mule. "Clarence! Where are you? Easy, boy, easy. Damn it. Where am I?" Lightening strikes a tree nearby and it goes into flames, causing her horse to rear up. She falls off, knocked unconsious, and her horse runs off. It's nighttime at the Scottish Festival. Roger is performing with two other musicians. Bree is in the audience. Roger says, "Now for something a little different." The other two musicians leave the stage and Roger sings: "I once loved a lass I loved her sae weel I hated all others That spoke of her ill But now she's rewarded me well For my love For she's gone to be wed to another I saw my love Sit down to dine As I sat down beside her I poured out her wine And I drank to the lassie That should have been mine For now She is wed to another The men o' the forest Ask it o' me How many strawberries Grow in the south sea? And I answer them a' With a tear in my e'e How many ships sail In the forest? Mmm-mm-mm Mmm-mm-mmm Mmm, mmm Mmm" Brianna and Roger are walking together later. There is a wooden sign with a burned image of two A-Frame cottages in the trees and the cottage information, "North Carolina - Highlander Lodges - Est. 1944 - No. 10". She says to Roger, "I still can't believe what a great musician you are. What other talents have you been keeping from me?" "I'll never tell." He puts down his guitar case, pulls her in and kisses her passionately. Eventually he gets ahold of his emotions, pulls away, and says, "Well Well, good night, Brianna. Remember, if you need anything, my cabin's, like It's right here, so..." She stops him, "Wait, I I bought you something while you were getting ready to perform." She gives him a book, and he reads the title: "'A Home from Home: Scottish Settlers in Colonial America.' Thank you." "I figured you already know about the Scots in Scotland And your favorite beverage, Mountain Moonshine." She pulls a bottle out of her bag. "How did you get that? It's a dry county." "I asked around. Shall we?" "Maybe just a wee dram." He follows her into her cabin. They are seated, drinking. There is a deer's head mounted on the wall. Roger says, "His eyes are following me." "I know. It's creepy. I'll have to put something over his face before I go to bed." Roger gets up to get a closer view of the deer. "He's pretty canty-looking for a deer on the worst day of his life. You're half the deer you used to be..." Suddenly, Bree's blouse lands on the deer's antlers. He turns around and Bree is standing behind him, without her blouseon. "Christ. Well, you're a sneaky one." They start kissing passionately, both falling to the floor. Eventually he stops, saying "Wait." She's confused. "What? What's the matter?" He hops up and grabs a small box out of his jacket. "I want this to be perfect." "It is perfect." She is sitting on the floor still, with her arms wrapped around herself, self-consious. He grabs her blouse off the antlers, wraps it around her shoulders, and says, "Come here." He pulls her to her feet, then sits her on the sofa, and sits next to her, handing her the box. "What's this?" "Open it." It's a silver bracelet with an inscription on the inside. She reads, "'Je t'aime un peu, beaucoup, passionnément, pas du tout.' 'I love you a little, a lot, passionately, not at all'?" "Ah, it's from a French children's rhyme. They recite it when they're picking the petals from a flower. I mean, it was It was, uh It was just supposed to be a present, but you're right. This this is perfect. This whole weekend's been perfect. I want you, Brianna. I cannot say it more plainly than that. I love you. Will you marry me?" "Roger, this is very fast. Aye Aye, I mean, we can have as long an engagement as ye'd like. I just just I want I want you to say yes. I want to give ye my name. I want When the MacKenzies stand at the Calling of the Clans tomorrow For you to stand by my side, knowing one day you'll be my wife. I want to have a home with you. I want to have a home big enough for four or five wee MacKenzies, a couple of dogs..." "Roger, Roger, stop. I'm not ready for this." "All right, well Nae bother." He gets up and puts his jacket on. She comes up and kisses him. "Roger" "What in God's name are you playing at?" he asks, confused. She answers, "You said you wanted me. I want you, too. Don't you know that?" "Oh, ye don't want to marry me, but you'll fuck me?" "Oh, you can suggest such a thing, but I cannot say the word? If all I wanted was to have my way with you, I would have had ye on your back a dozen times last summer." She slaps him. There's blood on the left side of his lower lip. "If you don't care enough to marry me, then I don't care enough to have ye in my bed." "That makes no sense." "Well, neither do you!" "Roger, you can't just spring a proposal on me. I have school, an apartment. I haven't even thought about kids." "Well, then what d'ye mean by making me such an offer A nice Catholic girl? I thought you were a virgin." "I am. What the hell does that have to do with it? Don't tell me you haven't had girls. I know you have." "Aye, I have." "Then you're a hypocrite." "What, because I didn't want to marry them?" "No, because you'll have sex with a woman, but you'll only marry a virgin? It's 1970. No one I know is saving themselves for marriage." "So I'm old-fashioned!" "You're missing the point! The point is The point is, I didn't love them. I love you, damn it. But you don't love me." "I didn't say that." "You didn't have to." Claire comes to It's raining, and still thundering. She gets to her feet, still wobbly. She calls out, "Jamie!" Then looks around and heads for some shelter under a large tree branch. Jamie is despirately searching on horseback. "Claire? Claire!" Back to her. She unzips her boots (obviously the ones she brought from the future) and takes them off, pouring out the water inside. She scoots back, and touches something hard. She investigates and finds a human skull. There are wolves howling in the distance. Jamie is still searching, and finds the horse she was riding. He yells, "Claire? Easy. Easy now. Claire!" She's examining the skull, finding some major cracks indicating foul play. Then she notices something shiny, a rough gemstone, near where she picked up the skull, so she picks that up too. "Did this belong to you?" She sees someone walking toward her carrying a torch. "Jamie? Jamie. Jamie, thank Go..." She sees an Indian walking toward her [later we'll find out his name is Otter Tooth (Trevor Carroll))] His face is painted, he's wearing the gemstone she found around his neck. He fades in and out with the lightening. She asks, "Who are you? What do you want?" He turns around and walks away, and she can see that the back of his head is bleeding. Then he just disappears. Back at the Scottish Festival, it's night, and someone is playing the bagpipes. People are gathering for the Calling of the Clans. Brianna finds Roger sitting down on a bleecher, and asks, "Mind if I join you?" "Yeah, I didn't mean to" She interrupts, "Look, I'm really I really hate the way we left things." "Me too. Have you changed your mind?" "No." She grabs his hand. Then he drops her hand and says, "I can't do this pretend everything's ...I don't even know what." "Look, I never said marriage was out of the question." "That's enthusiastic." She tries to explain. "My mother married the man she loved, but later found her true soul mate." "So, what, you're waiting for someone better to come along? Is that it?" "No. That is not what I'm saying." "What are you saying?" "That maybe I don't believe in marriage at all." The Clan Caller (David Brown)) begins. "Let the Calling of the Clans begin. Clan Stewart." "The Stewarts are here!" He lights his torch. "Clan Gordon." "The Gordons are here!" He lights his torch. "Clan MacDonald." Brianna asks, "Roger?" "Clan Craig." Roger says sadly, "Brianna, I'll have you all or not at all." "The Craigs are here!" "Clan Sutherland." Brianna tries to return his gift. "Here you should have this back." "The Sutherlands are here." "No, keep it. It was a gift." "And Clan MacKenzie." Roger gets up and lights his torch, saying "The MacKenzies are here!" The Clan Caller yells, "Let's burn the stag!" The wooden stag goes up in flames as people cheer. Roger holds his torch high, shouting, "Tulach Ard!" It's morning and Claire wakes up under the tree. She notices her thick stockings, and looks for her boots, but they're nowhere to be found. She does discover some boot prints leading away, and she picks up the skull and gemstone and puts them in her bag, then follows the boot prints. She sees Jamie sitting near a small stream. He turns around, sees her, and runs to embrace her, saying, "Claire? Oh, Christ. Are you hurt?" "No. I'm just so glad I found you." "Oh, ye're the one that was lost, Sassenach. I'm just glad you had your wits to come back here." "Back here? What do you mean? I've never been here before." "What about those?" He points to her boots. "How did you get those?" "They were here by the stream, side by side. I wondered why you'd just gone off in your stocking feet." She asks, "Did you see anybody nearby or or anything?" "No. No, just your horse. And I had a devil of a time tracking you through the woods in the storm. And once it abated, I I followed yer footprints here." "Me too. I've never seen this stream before. And those are my boots, but I I didn't walk here in them." "Then who did?" "I saw an Indian or well, a ghost of an Indian." "A ghost?" "I found this skull. I think it's his. I think he used my boots to lead me Us here." "Aye. I suppose we should be grateful to whatever spirit brought us back together." "Jamie, those things you said yesterday about having nothing to give me" "Oh, dinna fash, Sassenach. Ye had a harrowing night. You should wash. Get some rest, mm?" Later, Claire is at the stream cleaning the dirt off the skull and makes a discovery! "Oh, my God. Jamie." "What is it?" "Do you see this? It's a silver filling. Something that won't be invented for another 100 years." "So he was" She interrupts again, "He has to be someone like me, someone who's traveled through time." Looking at the skull, she asks it, "Who were you?" They continue their trek through the mountains. At one of their breaks, Claire finds something interesting to point out to her husband. "Jamie, look." "Aye?" "Strawberries." "I havena seen any for a long time. Mmm. The emblem of the Fraser clan." They both start munching on the wild strawberries. "Mmm. Harking back to Monsieur Freseliere. Hmm. Came across from France took hold of land in the Scottish highlands." "Freseliere? Mister Strawberry? Well, he grew them, did he? Or was he just fond of eating them?" They both notice the absolutely gorgeous view. Jamie notes, "This might be the most beautiful land I've ever seen." Claire adds, "It's hard to take your eyes off it." "It's good land, no doubt about it. Now that, meadow below would do for a few animals, and and the land near the river could be cleared for crops." "I know that look on your face, Jamie Fraser. You're in love." "A good man would choose a safer path. And we intended to live in the town, not here in the wilderness wi' nothing. But what it is to feel the need of a place. But we'd have to accept Governor Tryon's offer and deal with the Devil. We both ken it." "For so long, I've I've dreamt of you and I having a home together, a place of our own." They kiss. Contemplating the future here. "Do ye trust me, Claire?" More kisses. "With my life." "And with your heart?" "Always." "Then this will be our home. And we'll call it Fraser's Ridge."