The air was thick with apprehension as Jack sidestepped the desk. There was a single computer in the room; the glowing screen being the only source of visible light. The American's thoughts wandered to his revolver, but the only thing his hand met was an empty holster.
A clatter sounded in the nearest corner of the room, and he whirled around immediately, eyes frantic.
"Hey!" He shouted. "Who's there?"
The computer screen flared twice. Jack frowned and took a hesitant step towards it. His hand futilely hovered beside the empty holster on his belt, as if it would magically appear when he needed it most.
His revolver did not appear, but the previously blank screen blipped to life, fuzzy text darting across the screen.
"What are you?" Jack whispered to the monitor, transfixed. Unsurprisingly, there was no response. Surmising that much, he slid into the seat, sliding his palm over the mouse.
Uh, heh. The Doctor and I? *glances around* Whatever made you think of that?
"Sincerely",
Jack