"Well, the first half of that day wasn't so bad," the Doctor agreed. He stole a quick glance in Jack's direction. It was actually, if the Doctor really allowed himself to admit it, a fantastic evening, complete with a hot shower and a surprisingly comfortable bedmate. Among...other things. It would've been a lot better if he hadn't woken up without his memory.

He turned his gaze back on the opposite table. With some effort, he pulled himself out of bed and limped towards the food and drink. The pain in his leg had been numbed, too, making the walk easier than he'd expected. He picked up a box of the food and inspected it. It looked harmless enough.

He glanced back to Jack. "You don't remember how they brought us here, either?"