Jack sighed as the Master struggled, tightening and readjusting his hold on him. He wasn't sure exactly how long it would take him to pass out, but he was sure that the Doctor would be able to tell him when it became dangerous to keep holding him. He looked down at the Doctor, frowning.

"You know him better than anyone," he said with a casual tone as if this ordeal wasn't anything other than somewhat annoying paperwork. "Do you know all of his hiding places? Do you think we need a strip search?"