"There wasn't a lot of sleeping going on," the Doctor said, his voice deadpan. He didn't bother looking at the door, he didn't bother worrying about the TARDIS. He didn't know how to do anything but try to process what he'd just learned.

"Everything," he repeated. "The holes in my memory, Jack. They're gone. Filled in. It was like the last push I needed to remember."

He gave a small, cynical laugh. "A shock to the system to wake everything up."