"Good," the Doctor said. He could only hope Jack's brazen attitude with dying was finally over. The Doctor was becoming far too attached, and he knew it. He couldn't stand to think of that death, that painful return to life. Not for Jack.

"Course, it was my own fault," he continued, keeping hold of Jack's hand as he led the way down the side of the cliff. "Fighting with the Master, sort of preoccupied with my own death." He snorted. "Good to see some things change with time."