"Hey, hey, Kate, you're alright," he says, voice firm and his eyes locked on her face as she talks, voice rapid and wavering. "You're alright."

and Trout kept grabbin' me

It echoes around in his head, and doesn't sit right with him.

There's a voice in his head, too.

"You tell your Englishman he best leave no slime on the trail behind him as he crawls back to Wall Street."

Doc's eyes narrow, just slightly, at the memory.

"Who the 'ell's Trout?"