The Doctor, oblivious to Jack's other new memory, rifled through his pocket until he came up with another strange object, a folded-up menu. Folded like he was explaining anti-time.

"Oh, I am good," he said with a wide grin. "Keep the Marquis on our trail, lead him on to anti time, expel my own life energy to keep him there. Not a bad plan at all."

He flipped one of the folded corners over. "Risky, but I imagine that I'd already thought of everything by that point." He hopped up and leaned against the console, still focused in his brilliant folded menu.