The world was crashing and burning around me. The Doctor was useless; the plastic creatures had hold of him. The antidote the doctor had, was taken by one of the plastic creatures. I had nothing to lose, I had no job, no future and the world was coming to an end. I ran over to a chain that was just hanging from the roof. I took a deep breath and swang out over the plastic monster in the floor. I hit the plastic creatures with the antidote and it fall in to the plastic monster, the antidote opened and all the plastic creatures died and the world was saved. I SAVED THE WORLD. This was the deciding factor in joining the doctor in the T.R.D.I.S in the fight to save the universe. This is also how I meet Jack…
I never regretted this decision, even as I sat chained to the doctor and Jack, facing cretin death. We were on a planted in the 86th universe; we were captured by theses aliens that looked humans but with strong mind power. We were mental drained as well as physically. They used their mind powers to torture us, I don't know how long we were there for, but in this time, I had heard the Doctor and Jack's scream in pain and torment, they had obversely seen more destruction in there long life's than I had. The mental picture that they kept replaying in my mind was the deaths of Jack and the Doctor's, in turn leaving me on this planet by my self to die.
Jack had been killed a dozen times at least by theses creatures and each time drawing in a sharp breath of air every time he was brought back to life. We were all coved in sweat, blood and mud, we had no escape. And theses are the night mares I have every time I close my eyes. The final memory I have of that planet and those horrific creatures is the mental image projected in to my mind. The image was so graphic, so horrible, so devastating that every time I think about it, I die.
And this memory is not fictional. This memory is one of Jack's own, maybe this is what brought us closer together.
The impact of this image killed me. I screamed in terror, I remember feeling alone, more alone as I have ever felt in life, darkness over took me and I was stuck there.
Something happened, light came shooting towards me and I was suddenly full of life again.
When I woke, I was blind, everything was still black, I screamed fighting to get out of the darkness. I felt hands on me, holding me down. I could hear a voice but did not recognize it straight away, it was Jack's telling me it was ok, calling me back. My vision started to clear and I started to hear beeping, beeping of the T.R.A.D.I.S, we were safe. Jack was leaning over me and the Doctor was kneeling next to me. Both had relieved and confused looks on their faces, this is when I knew, something was wrong.
When I died there was no life left in me. Jack's Final act was to kiss me on the lips and from this, I was given life, immortal life, never to die, but never to truly live, just like Jack.