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Jack flounces in like a pair of velvet curtains. �Every time I see you, you�ve re-decorated.� The Doctor slouches on a couch that isn�t there; crumpled shirt, loose tie, hands stuffed into coat pockets, miserable as fuck but the attraction is as strong as always. �Every time I see you I�m sure it�s the last.�The TARDIS walls shift; autumn colours sliding over purple and black before the dark recovers them. �I need to travel.� Shadows fill Jack�s eyes.He sees the truth. �You need to escape.� �Can I?��Sure.� He feels the pull, wonders why he ever fought it. |