The Doctor was right. Jack knew the Doctor was right. He wished he wasn't right, but he couldn't argue it, not really. And he knew to even attempt to protest would be to throw in the Doctor's face all he'd done. All he'd been through.
He wouldn't do that.
"Yeah," he said with a sigh, "yeah, you're right."
He followed him, with a little less spring in step. He poked at his wrist strap as he went, but it was throwing up errors. "Well we can't use this to go," he told him, "looks like the rip that occurs in a few hours is causing a temporal fissure that's bouncing back. We'll have to find another way out."
Stepping around the platform he reached for a screen suspended above one of the pod entrances.
"There was activity here. A couple of hours ago." He frowned. "This outpost evacuated."
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He wouldn't do that.
"Yeah," he said with a sigh, "yeah, you're right."
He followed him, with a little less spring in step. He poked at his wrist strap as he went, but it was throwing up errors. "Well we can't use this to go," he told him, "looks like the rip that occurs in a few hours is causing a temporal fissure that's bouncing back. We'll have to find another way out."
Stepping around the platform he reached for a screen suspended above one of the pod entrances.
"There was activity here. A couple of hours ago." He frowned. "This outpost evacuated."