The Doctor glanced at John Hart, apparently the time agent's name. They hadn't had much time to talk after he'd decided he needed a break and to confer with Jack, so he hadn't gotten much information out of him, whether false or true. But he trusted Jack.
Up to a point, at least. He had scrambled with John's vortex manipulator, he had handcuffed him, since Jack said he should be restrained and he had tried to think of better options than dropping the man off with Jack, but came up short. Whatever, he couldn't protect Jack from his own demons. Actually, judging by their history together, there was precious little he ever managed to protect Jack from. Why the man remained loyal to a fault he'd never comprehend. He had failed him, just as he kept failing many during this regeneration.
But there they were. The Doctor picked John up and dragged him to the TARDIS door, glancing at the monitor to check whether Jack was was waiting already before stepping outside.
Arriving at Torchwood
Up to a point, at least. He had scrambled with John's vortex manipulator, he had handcuffed him, since Jack said he should be restrained and he had tried to think of better options than dropping the man off with Jack, but came up short. Whatever, he couldn't protect Jack from his own demons. Actually, judging by their history together, there was precious little he ever managed to protect Jack from. Why the man remained loyal to a fault he'd never comprehend. He had failed him, just as he kept failing many during this regeneration.
But there they were. The Doctor picked John up and dragged him to the TARDIS door, glancing at the monitor to check whether Jack was was waiting already before stepping outside.