"Aye, but..." He's looking mildly unhappy as he catches a glimpse of the crossed arms. He didn't mean to upset Billy - he's just not sure what to say.

It seems only fair, then, when Billy asks Jamie about his fear that he shares as well. "No, I'll tell ye. I'm just not sure I can describe it properly." He'll try, though. "I didna really think there was anything I was afraid of, for awhile. At least, not afraid for myself." He's been afraid for his friends more times than he can count, but never really worried about himself.

"Just before I was rescued by Stacy, we had a run-in with the Doctor's people, and they forced us back to his planet. They..." He pauses momentarily, looking visibly unhappy. "They wanted to send Zoe and I home. We tried to escape, but we couldna do it."

He lets out a sigh. "The Doctor said we must go, so we had no choice. But as we were about to go into the machine to have them send us there, I thought I heard one of them say something. Something about our memories."

There's another pause, as he looks at Billy - this time, his expression is rather hard to read. "And then, I woke up covered in slime, aye? But I've been thinking about it. They weren't verra happy that Zoe and I were close to the Doctor. What if they were going to do something to our memories so we weren't any more? Alter them, somehow. They could, I think."

Jamie looks down at his fingers. "There's so much that I learned with the Doctor. So many good memories. What would I be if that was gone?" Glancing up, he says, "I mean, I'd still be a piper, and a Highlander, but it'd be like the me that is now would be...dead."

Softly, he adds, "I don't want to be dead."