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. )

"Look, I am doing the very best I can with what I have here. We can't just pop off to the local market and get you brand new parts, you know."

( In which the Master plays repairman. )