"I don't know," the Doctor admitted. "I don't...I don't know what to do, Jack. "Never imagined being in a situation like this."

He cleared his throat and leaned back against the wall. "Really, really never imagined being in a situation like this."

He imagined seeing Bea again, one day. Maybe reconciling, maybe apologizing, maybe taking the slap he rightly deserved and moving on. But never this. He didn't have the faintest idea what to do. And he wanted to know what to do. He wanted to fix what he'd broken in a moment of loneliness.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.