Confined spaces were unpleasant for Jack at the best of times. Confined spaces that get even more confined? Well that was just taking the cake.

His heart started to race and he did his very best to ignore it and be as flippant as he could. But if anything his flippancy only highlighted his discomfort he felt underneath it. Sometimes his falseness could appear as exactly that, despite how well practised he was.

His breathing quickened as a wall pressed against his back and he was moved flush against the Doctor. He tried not to panic because maybe they could sense that; maybe it would only make it worse.

"Good," Jack nodded quickly and looked up to meet his eyes, "yes, Doctor, if you're not? Been nice knowing you."

Well, this wasn't how he'd expected everything to end.