"Sounds like it would make for great television, at least." Humans, huh? How he loved them, how they puzzled him. The Doctor filled a glass with water and put some pills into it before carrying it over to John. "Here, drink this." Keeping him stable was the priority until he could finalize the cure. He looked at him from up close again, concerned but relieved that at least he still didn't appear to be getting worse. Seemed as if he could call himself the Doctor for a while longer still. Good, he hated making empty promises.

"Me and Jack... Reckon we do, for the most part. But it's Torchwood. I have a history with them. In a way I suppose I am their history. And historically I very often don't approve of their methods."