Jack looked up and over at the Doctor. He watched him as he moved through containers of things he obviously didn't recognise. He waited, he listened.

"You're starting to sound like me," he said with a sad sigh. That was always him, wasn't it, saying how dangerous he was to everyone else?

He watched a moment more and stood, walking quietly over to the Doctor, he reached out for the containers and spoke softly, "Here, let me," he knew them of course, which was which and what was what.

"Sometimes it seems like the best option," he said, looking down at the containers, "end of a chapter and all that."

He pushed one of the containers in the Doctor's direction.

"And what do you want now?" he asked him.