"It's not as small as you think it is," the Doctor said. He sat down on the cot. "The room, Jack, it's not as small as you think it is."

He wanted to reach out and hug him, to try to show him he knew, that he remembered, that it was all coming back into place. But he couldn't. He was frozen where he was.

"I think I should be thrilled," he said. "Rebuilding the race and all that. Something the Master wanted, but he wanted it in his own image. This is...naturally. Bit diluted, but still naturally. And, well. It's...well."

He sighed and looked away. "I wouldn't know how to be a father anymore."