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“Jack, I’m sorry! I have to find the boy!” He peers anxiously at his companion, crouched on an unstable ledge, forty metres up.
“Go! I’ll be fine.”
The Doctor sprints after the kidnappers, trainers crunching on gravel. Behind him, there’s an echoing crash. He hopes Jack is safely dead, not broken and bleeding.
It takes two hours to sort the kidnappers and return T’geet to his parents. Jack is there, whole and well, but his dusty, tattered clothing tells another tale.
Later, Jack whispers, “Thank you. The boy… he made me think about…”
“Yeah.”
“…Stephen.”
The Doctor nods silently. Adric.