Jack's overt excitement only fueled the Doctor's cold determination. This wasn't the Jack he knew, and that meant they were hurting him further. They were going to pay for this.
It was a cold hatred he knew he didn't normally feel. This wasn't like him. The last time he hated the way he was hating now, it was to that creature, the one who had crippled the TARDIS and, as the believed at the time, killed Jack. This wasn't like him. He needed to get control.
He was so focused on his own thoughts that he almost walked right into the trap ahead of them. He caught Jack by the shoulder.
"Stop! Wait!" He gestured to the floor. It went from the sterile white floors from before to brightly red-and-white checkered tiles. It struck the Doctor as frighteningly familiar.
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It was a cold hatred he knew he didn't normally feel. This wasn't like him. The last time he hated the way he was hating now, it was to that creature, the one who had crippled the TARDIS and, as the believed at the time, killed Jack. This wasn't like him. He needed to get control.
He was so focused on his own thoughts that he almost walked right into the trap ahead of them. He caught Jack by the shoulder.
"Stop! Wait!" He gestured to the floor. It went from the sterile white floors from before to brightly red-and-white checkered tiles. It struck the Doctor as frighteningly familiar.