A/N: I have never, ever written Martha before this so I hope I did it well enough even if it's only a tiny part.
Martha walked next to Jack down the corridor. "You're certain it's him?" asked Jack, worry forming a hard lump in the pit of his stomach.
"Quite certain."
"And there's no sign of the Doctor?" He couldn't hide the worry in his tone.
(
I'm damaged but somehow I've managed but I don't think I can find my way back home. )
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