"Fixed in position," Jack nodded and pulled a slight face, "well I'm an old hand at that. But come on! No changing the subject? This is you we're talking about! You change the subject as often as the weather in Cardiff does."

He slid himself down a little further and checked the distance again. It was close now, a few feet, maybe eight. He could manage that, no problem. Reaching down he loosened the knot on his waist and holding onto the ivy he swung himself lower and dropped down, landing his feet firmly on the ground.

The ivy above went slack and pinged back up like a bungy.

"I'm down," he called up, later than he probably should have. He turned and looked at the tower, he didn't like it one bit. "Your turn, Doctor."