"Inventive," Jack nodded, "yeah, I'll agree there." None of it sat right though. That this place would be something of Time Lord design. It didn't fit the image Jack had painted in his mind of the Doctor's people. He had wanted them all to be like him. He should have known they wouldn't have been. The Doctor was one of a kind.

In the cave Jack pulled at some of the dead foliage that crept around the walls, checked it to make sure there was nothing unpleasant waiting for them.

"So what happens from here, Doctor?" he asked, feeling utterly useless. "Usually I can help, or, well, you know me, blunder on in, but here? I mean, this is Gallifrey. What do I do? How can I help?"

He slid himself down to the floor and pulled his knees up a little, sighing. "I'm always getting you into trouble."