Jack's heart beat fast; racing at triple speed. The Toclafane, or whatever they were, had killed him before. They had killed him with their blades, cutting him to pieces slowly, making him scream in agony as they tore him up.

It was a terrible memory, and a memory recalled now in fear as he felt the air shift around him as the spheres flew in circles.

This was all too very real.

Jack looked at the Master. He stared at him. He felt sick.

"You're him..." he said, and he tried not to sound as scared as he felt.