"Localized targeted imagery?" the Doctor asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's very advanced, even for something of the rift, did you find out who he was?"

He couldn't understand why Jack wouldn't have been targeted. Was it his brain wave patterns? His cleverness? Maybe the fear that if he knew something was wrong, that he'd stop his team?

He inhaled again, this time a strong, bitter scent that was most certainly not there a moment ago. That coffee, from Torchwood. Definitely. He wondered why he hadn't smelled it before.

"Sensory triggers," he theorized. "Prodding at the receptacles in the brain that pick up stress, pain, memory..."