Jack's back relaxed slightly, and he took a slow step back into the room. He supposed it was. The whole TARDIS had been for the last few years, but Jack never really felt like anything was truly 'his'. It was hard to accept anything as that.

"No," he said honestly, shaking his head and standing with his back leant against the wardrobe.

"It's not about what I want. Looks what I do when I'm around. And I think--" he looked down again. "I think maybe we had a window. Maybe we missed it. I don't know any more."