"Doctor..." Jack said, confused, "I am standing still. He reached his own hands up in return and touched his hands against the Doctor's arms. He could smell him. His pheremones and that smell that was so distinctively Doctor, but amplified as though he was tasting it.

It made his mouth run dry.

"Something's not right," he said, pointing out the obvious. "Doctor..." he said again, and saw himself putting his hand to the other man's face before making himself draw it back speedily.

"Tell me what's happening, Doctor."