Jack watched the Doctor. He hoped he'd say something. He didn't know what he hoped he'd say, but something. He didn't want him to tell him it was okay, or to forgive him for what he'd done. He didn't think he deserved that. And it wasn't okay, was it? It wasn't like everything was suddenly fine, things just didn't work that easily.

But then the response wasn't to him at all, and he noticed the Doctor's attention was elsewhere.

"What?" he asked, lifting his head to look around. "What's wrong?"

There was something of a panic in Jack's tone. He was used to things going wrong, bt not here. Here was safe. Here had to be safe. The creatures always left Boeshane alone until that fateful day, they never knew why, but they did. It was safe.

It had to be.