"It's all some sort of a game, though the question is why. Money? Entertainment? Some sort of ritual sacrifice based on intellect, maybe? I don't know---"

He led the way down the corridor, keeping an eye on the floor and walls for any possible traps. This was a game, and the Doctor was not about to lose. He wasn't about to give the people watching him that satisfaction.

"Feeling any better?" he asked, turning back to Jack. "I think the drug is working its way out of my system."