Jack's attention was again on the city. He wasn't so much ignoring the Doctor as not paying complete attention to him. When he looked back, the Doctor wasn't there. Again dropped beneath the water.
He glanced at him as he surfaced, and frowned. "No," he said, shaking his head. "No, the waters out here should be warm, even in Wintastide. Boeshane is a desert, it doesn't ever get cold."
At that he ducked himself under the surface. The lightning still continuing like a pulse. He swam back to the top and shook his head.
"I need to fix this," he said defiantly. "Me, Doctor. Whatever this is? This is up to me to fix."
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Date: 2010-03-22 03:03 pm (UTC)He glanced at him as he surfaced, and frowned. "No," he said, shaking his head. "No, the waters out here should be warm, even in Wintastide. Boeshane is a desert, it doesn't ever get cold."
At that he ducked himself under the surface. The lightning still continuing like a pulse. He swam back to the top and shook his head.
"I need to fix this," he said defiantly. "Me, Doctor. Whatever this is? This is up to me to fix."