"Hack?" the Doctor said, giving the man a disgusted look. "I prefer to think of myself as a genius."

He was grateful to feel his hand away. That feeling of wrongness, it felt like he should know what it was, but he didn't. All he knew was that it was wrong. Wrong and sickening.

"Nah, think I'll be all right on the food department," he said. After all, he ate something on Christmas Planet, didn't he? That was why it took so long to get down the lift. The wave of temporal distortion hit him again and he stumbled forward, towards Jack.