Martha's heart seemed to leap into her throat as her lungs couldn't quite recall how to breathe. Her brain was no help either, only playing back what she heard over and over like a broken record.

" ... "

She whirled where she stood, trying to register just where it had come from and finally focused on a young man in a kilt. A kilt? A kilt. She went to him as quick as her feet could take her, getting perhaps a bit too much in his face. But this was important. Doctor important.

"What did you say?"