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[Jack wakes up in a soft bed, with the smell of breakfast in the air, and for a moment he's back in his flat, before Cardiff and the Daleks and the Vortex. He opens his eyes and the illusion wavers. A quick look around shatters it completely.]
[He gets up, curious. He's not one to trust a nice facade, not any more, but this is definitely an improvement over the last few worlds.]
[He sticks his head out into the hall, wondering where everyone is...]
[He gets up, curious. He's not one to trust a nice facade, not any more, but this is definitely an improvement over the last few worlds.]
[He sticks his head out into the hall, wondering where everyone is...]