Jack sighed. At least the Doctor was mostly all right. Recovering, but all right. With the threat of the small device in his shoe gone, Jack felt a little more comfortable with letting the Master go. Now came the question about what to do with him. "So now what?" He asked when he stepped round to help the Doctor up.

"He's right. We can't just leave him like this, and you didn't seem too keen on tossing him in a cell.. so what are the other options? Is there somewhere we can put him where we can keep an eye on him?" Jack glared back over his shoulder at the Master. "He's made it pretty clear that he can't be trusted to act on his own."