"I remember seeing it and going under the quicksand, but that's it." No, no, he remembered the gunshots, too. "Sirlanomode," he theorized. "Can be made into a gas form and has memory reduction properties. Not exactly the most civilized medicine, but I don't think we're anywhere that knows much about civilized culture."

He once again gestured to his calf. This was going to be a sticking point for a long time.

But they were alive. That was the important thing, the thing the Doctor didn't think would happen when he was being pulled under and Jack was struggling with the creature. He was certain that one of them, or both of them, would end up dead.

He popped the food in his mouth, and turned back to Jack.

"I'm going to hug you now." He announced.