"Not your most subtle," the Doctor said, raising an eyebrow to Jack. "Though, I suppose there's something to be said for the direct approach. Still! Too much to do, not enough time."

He took in a breath, feeling the weight of the prophecy, of his impending death, sitting heavily on his chest. He wanted to find a way out of it. He needed to live, just a little while longer. There was so much he could do if just could just hold on.

"I'm going to die," he said. "He will knock four times, and then I die. I don't know how. Not yet. But it's going to happen."