"Skye." The Doctor said the name slowly, as though it were one he'd never heard before. He could never imagine Jack being called that, but then again, he could almost not imagine himself being called the name he told Jack the night before. So much had changed and they'd become such different men from the boys they once were.

They were eerily similar at times. Their twisted, mystery-laden lives and lost homes. Maybe it was what drew them together, like seeking out like. He reached out and took Jack's hand, trying to show through a gentle touch that he appreciated the confidence.

"So, tell me, what else did Skye do on Boeshane?"