"Mm, I know," Jack said almost absently. He was in his memories again, trying to work them out. Trying to pick out detail. "And my room is just down that corridor, up the stairs and third on the left," he said and shook his head. It was... unpleasant, how the sets of memories seem to merge and shift.
He turned his head to look at the Doctor by his side and nodded. "Ironic that. Whenever I try and think of our past I get-- well, you don't want to know what I get. Guess me and you have just got to start from scratch."
Looking back to the manipulator he sighed, "Yeah, seems so. Guess we can't. I mean, I'm not the sort to beat around the bush and I doubt you are either."
Lifting a hand he cradled his head. It was hard trying to muddle through the memories. "Check your pocket," he said. "I think you've got something. Something you made?"
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Date: 2010-01-06 06:28 am (UTC)He turned his head to look at the Doctor by his side and nodded. "Ironic that. Whenever I try and think of our past I get-- well, you don't want to know what I get. Guess me and you have just got to start from scratch."
Looking back to the manipulator he sighed, "Yeah, seems so. Guess we can't. I mean, I'm not the sort to beat around the bush and I doubt you are either."
Lifting a hand he cradled his head. It was hard trying to muddle through the memories. "Check your pocket," he said. "I think you've got something. Something you made?"