Jack was busy brushing his hands down his coat, dusting off his bruised ego. Well it was a big centipede, and you never know, it could have been poisonous or something.

The Doctor was right though, they needed to be vigilant, there could be anything here. They were in unfamiliar territory, and hardly at the top of their game.

He made to step off his little rock, and looked over to the Doctor as he called out. Immediately, he noticed the problem.

"Doctor!" he called back and grabbed hold of one of the branches to his side, reaching his other hand out towards the Doctor he shouted, "Grab hold of my arm!"