The Doctor nodded slowly, still drawing a blank. ‘Scotland in 1879’? Well he’d been to Scotland enough times and 1879 enough times that everything starts blending together after a while. Then she suggested she tell him about how they met. “Ah! Yes, try that.” he told her, trying to still sound hopeful though in all honesty he was really starting to grow worried that, whoever this girl was, she had been totally erased from his mind by how rough that last regeneration was. Granted, given what happened, he probably should’ve been thankful he was able to regenerate at all. Still, he couldn’t help but think about what other huge chunks of his life had completely vanished, or what other people he’d forgotten… The Doctor leaned on the TARDIS console as he waited to hear Rose’s story. If this didn’t spark anything, though, he had a feeling he’d have to give up soon…