"Not surprised. If you think my 'off' switch is broken, you obviously haven't met John Hart." He sets John down against the TARDIS and steps inside the familiar bridge to fetch John's gun.

"I hope he didn't give you any trouble." Jack set the gun into the waist of his trousers, his own holster already occupied, and turned back around to leave. Once he'd had John over his shoulder, he turned to face the Doctor, a guilty and somewhat saddened look in his eye.

"Thanks. I'll take care of him from here. In the meantime, if you run across any authorities who might be missing him... I wouldn't object to them finding out a vague area he might be."