The Doctor shut his eyes. The sewer and the man and trying to turn things around but it was too late. And death, not with a bang but a whimper.

"Yes," he said, quietly. "I remember all of it."

But why would he be allowed to forget that? There was the brief not-bliss that was ignorance when he was first resurrected, and now there was just a cold memory and the emptiness of the time he'd been dead. Jack's emptiness.