Jack went where he was led, only too glad to sit down, as reaction to the returned memories - and to what he'd been going through on the Valiant - washed weakness through him. He closed his eyes and moaned softly at the gentle hand in his hair.
"2008, I think. Or possibly 2009 by now. I'm not sure." He swallowed, and looked round at John with an extremely dry smile. "The Doctor found his Master."