There felt to Jack that something was wrong here. Something that he couldn't quite put his finger on. But the thought was a fleeting one, and it left his mind as soon as it was there.

Almost as though it were pushed out.

"I'm sure it did," Jack said back with a firm tone. It was a conscious attempt to sound stronger than he felt. Usually he could pretend, but for some reason, here, he felt truly weak.

He was terrified of the Master, of course. Terrified and haunted by all the things he did. All the things the Master had put him through.

"What do you want?" he growled again. He didn't like this. He didn't like it at all.