"You never saw me," she said. "It was always talking about how things were. I finally got you to talk about Jack, cause I thought that's what you wanted. And I think maybe you did. And then you wanted to move on, but I guess only one night with me was moving on enough for you. Cause you didn't even wait around until the morning to run off to another adventure and pretend nothing happened."

The memory of that slowly started to fill in. He remembered her, an adventuress nearly caught in a rock fall that he saved. She was awestruck by him and he knew it, but he didn't feel the same. He liked her, but he couldn't love her back. But she wanted him to talk, she wanted him to open up. To him, it was almost like therapy. To her, it was like she was finally becoming someone important to him. And one night in her room, she leaned over and kissed him. It was against his morals to take advantage of her, but he did. He told himself he was moving on from Jack. That 150 years without him was a long enough celibacy. And it was good, it was just...not what he wanted. He led her on, and within a month, she was leaving in an angry fit. He didn't want her to pine for him, so he blocked her number and stayed away.

Until now.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Bea, I'm so sorry."

"Aren't you just?" she said. "I wanted to know if he was worth it, Doc. Was he worth all those years of waiting?"

There was suddenly a bang at the door, and the Doctor spun around. "What is it, Jack?"