The Doctor wasn't doing too much piloting now, mostly setting them back on course and trying to keep the TARDIS somewhat stable. He looked at Jack and shook his head. "No. Don't worry, it's quite simple, really. You just need to pick something up and bring it somewhere else, maybe fuse something together or so. I just can't go in without dying before I can do any good." Which did imply that he had considered it, even knowing he couldn't survive it.

"You can go back to your..." He made a vague gesture, eyes flicking to the side. He wasn't sure why this whole thing was so bitter suddenly. Jealousy? No, it had to be more complex than that. "Whatever you were doing."