"Sometimes I can be," the Doctor said, feeling verymuch like a deer in headlights. He could be, and he was, with Jack. Very sort of nearly almost. He almost sort of very nearly was with Rose. He was nearly almost very sort of with Romana, too. He could be.

He looked over to Jack and wanted to tell him that everything she was saying wasn't true at all. Well, apart from him missing Jack, which he remembered. It felt like they were taking those steps back.

She sighed. "And I thought, that night, that you saw, but you didn't. And I know that, now."

"I'm seeing you," the Doctor snapped, gesturing at the screen. "I'm looking at you. You're right there. What do you want from me? We what? Got lonely together, did something we regretted? Left on bad terms? I couldn't give you what you needed? What could I possibly give you now?"