The Doctor waited, watching as Jack lowered himself, checking on the speed of the vine and how safe the drop was. The vine was strong, like Jack had anticipated, but he wasn't sure about the length.

Gallifrey. The planet of his people. The planet he hated and loved. Part of him, a very, very strong part, wanted to call on them, now that Jack was somewhere safer. Call on them and demand an audience. Demand an audience and stop this, all these games.

But they were fixed. And he couldn't risk Jack's life if he tried to stop this fixed event.

"You all right?" he called down.