Jack's hand falls down against the table as he shakes his head. "I'll kill him," he suggests. "He had to know I was there. He had to." He knows too that the Doctor in that guise used to avoid him, back before they met again. It must have been then, he considers. Before the Master, before the year that never was. "Next time I see him I'll kill him!" Of course, he won't, but it makes him feel better to say it. "I'll get Martha to call him," he says, half to himself.

He shakes his head. Can't believe any of this. He half wonders if tonight is perhaps just some alien induced hallucination.

"None of this makes any sense."