Watching him move, he realized something. More light, more... more familiar. This wasn't the older, grimmer Jack he'd come to know. This was his Jack. The one whom he'd known before. He relaxed, but only slightly. At least he wouldn't have to... talk about what he'd done with the other one.
"The Daleks," he murmured grimly. "Heard about them..." The very idea of those... creatures, still alive, made him boil with rage. His hands clenched into fists without him even noticing.