Jack laughed to himself, "That's what I used to call you," he told him. "Guess I was being enigmatic. When Torchwood Three became mine, well, I cut off the whole search for the Doctor thing. My team never knew who you were. They didn't even know the name 'Doctor', I made sure of that. So that's what you were, the right kind of Doctor. The one I was looking for."

He shifted again on his heel. It was as though there was something just out of his line of sight. Just out of the corner of his eye. He knew it was his mind playing tricks on him, but he had to keep reminding himself of the fact.

Hearing something yet again, he turned, looking sideways down the corridor. But this time, this time, the corridor wasn't empty. There was a woman, and a woman Jack knew only too well. Alice. She stood there staring at him and shook her head.

"So you're going to do it again, are you? Let someone die. He'll die if you're with him. Everyone does around you. You're toxic."

Jack couldn't speak. He couldn't say anything at all. He just shook his head, stricken.