Waking up from death was always an alarming experience for Jack. Particularly in the instances he didn't know he had been dead in the first place. He gasped and his eyes shot open, filling his lungs with sweet, life-affirming air. Wherever he was, it wasn't comfortable, and it took a moment for his vision to really come back to him for him to recognise where he was. The control room. But why was he on the floor? Why couldn't he move his arms? How long had he been out? The only question he didn't have was who was responsible. The Doctor never would have done something like that. Still, he'd have liked the full picture.