As Jack slept there were images in is mind, clouded visions of the truth. He saw himself in that nothing dimension that the Marquise took them to. But the Doctor wasn't there. He was alone, completely alone, and he ran and ran and there was nothing but emptiness. He screamed but there was no noise. He couldn't be heard. Nothing.

And then it snapped to another.

The Doctor was there this time, but he was staring at him and shouting that he hated him. Shouting at him to stay away and never return. Saying he never wanted to see him again. The words ran on a loop, and Jack felt like he was getting smaller and smaller and lost himself.

But then that broke too. The touch, though his waking mind wasn't aware of it, was enough to pull him a little out of the darkness and let the clouds part. His dreams were still unsettled, but they weren't so empty and terrifying either.

At least another hour passed before he woke. His body was all but completely rebuilt, and he woke with a sudden gasp, trying to sit up and gather himself.

"Doctor!" he said suddenly, but breathed out in relief when his mind caught up with himself and his surroundings. He could feel his body now, feel that it was all there, all but a few details, it was as though nothing had happened.