"And what about you?!" Jack protested. He didn't want to let the Doctor down. He didn't want to see the Doctor consumed by whatever was under that mud.

Despite the Doctor's urging (or perhaps because of it), Jack wanted to glance back and look. He wanted to see what was coming for them. He could hear it behind him, and it didn't sound small. It didn't sound good.

"Okay," he agreed, "but don't you think I'm not getting you out there. I am. I promise you, I'm getting you out."

Behind him, he could hear the creature getting closer.