Jack tugged fruitlessly against the cuffs. They were hard ones to break from without losing a hand in the process, and as much as if he did he'd have it grow back, it wasn't really something Jack wanted to deal with unless he really had to. Still, he tugged.

"You're going to the brig," one of the guards unhelpfully informed him.

He tugged again but just then the door was opened, and the Doctor was there but there was something wrong. He panicked. The Doctor looked distant, detached, and Jack worried what was wrong.

"Doctor what is it? What did she do? Talk to me."