"Nah, reasonably-sized," the Doctor said. "Four-poster, wood. Carved for me by the gnomes at Villanguard about...Ooooooh, six hundred years ago? Very well put-together. Had a fan try to buy it from me for £2,000, once, but it's far too nice to give up that easily."

He felt relaxed, talking about that, which was odd. He didn't often talk about the things he owned. Maybe the drug was taking a different effect this time, loosening his tongue.

So long as he didn't hurt Jack again, he could cope.

"Though, if the last few weeks are any example, I'll be sleeping on the floor of the Zero Room again."