"Never properly going away?" Jack rose an eyebrow. "Who's fault is that? Not yours. I'm the one that brought you back again."

The whole room felt like it rocked and the rain could be heard even from the distance they were at. The storm was getting worse still.

Jack stood and reached over to the door, pressing his hands to it and trying to see if he could loosen it. But this was a cell, and a good one.

"We need to get out there," he said. He looked back to the Doctor, concerned and quiet. "I could get out there. But this... this has to be your decision. All of it. This is bigger than me."