While the Doctor had perused a multitude of impossibly vast costume options in the TARDIS' wardrobe and while his fez had called out to him with that intoxicating siren's song, there had been one outfit in the depths of the TARDIS that he'd pulled out with no lack of fondness brimming over as he ran his fingers over the spotted cravat and the worn weathered kilt before tugging them out.

Jamie McCrimmon might not remember him, but he remembers Jamie.

And tonight, the Doctor is honouring his dearest Highlander by wearing the clothes that he had left and the cravat is as cool as you get.