If the Doctor had shouted at him, it would have been one thing. Many things were said with the heat of anger and rage. But this was different. It was rooted deeper than that.

Jack merely ducked his head.

"Yeah," he said, echo and empty, and he looked at him just a moment longer before walking from the console room. He headed along the corridor and stopped, because he realised, even in the TARDIS, where did he have to go? The room that had once been his, he hadn't used in the years that passed. In fact the equipment that had monitored him when he was in his coma was still there. Everywhere else? When it came down to it? It wasn't his.

So he went to a stairway and stepped down one or two, and sat there in silence.