Not one that Jack would choose to use to describe this particular situation, headed for a retreat to do some quiet thinking, and finding himself face-to-face with another incarnation of himself.
He was pretty sure that it wasn't the same incarnation of himself he'd met a few days earlier. This one looked...younger. Just marginally. Not quite as handsome, obviously, he'd grown into his looks with time, but definitely younger. Younger and more tired.
"That's one way of putting it," he said, freeing a hand from a pocket and holding it out. "Captain Jack Harkness, twenty first century Cardiff. And you'd be...?"