The Doctor wanted to kiss Jack properly, but he couldn't, not with his blood on his hands---literally and metaphorically. It felt wrong to kiss him in the wake of what he'd just done.

But he'd done it once before, when times called for it. This just felt more visceral, more real. No simple bolt of electricity, he had to stab him. Had to watch him recover.

He shook his head to Jack's question and gave him a small, pitifully apologetic look. He had a lot of things he wanted to say. Oh! He reached into his pocket and produced the psychic paper.

Raston Warrior Robot appeared instantly on the small white sheet, along with a makeup of its abilities. Moves like lightning, dotted all over the Death Zone.

After all of that information, another sentence appeared. Are you all right?