"Don't," the Doctor said, shaking his head. "Just don't."

Because there wasn't time to think, was there? There was the moment the Doctor reached out for the door, and the moment afterwards. If he'd waited even an instant longer, Wilf would've died. The Doctor shouldn't have resented the fact that his choice was taken from him, because that wasn't fair.

But he was ready. Ready to go. Ready to start over.

He looked away from Jack, out to the water below the sandy cliffside.

"How bad are the rocks?"