REVELATIONS
THIRTEEN
A few minutes later the Captain answered his own question.
"Oh my God!" he said, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "It's really bad!
"I mean," Jack continued, "I knew the man had enemies, but I had no idea how many! Does he go around and purposefully piss people off?"
Rose couldn't help but laugh at that. "No of course not. Remember what Wil said about Ma'at's scale? It's just the people who he's helped rarely know he's been there. They'd far outweigh this group if we had their list to compare." She nodded at the monitor. "Still, that doesn't help us, does it? I'm afraid I wouldn't live long enough to make it through even half of this list…"
Jack moved away and sat heavily on the chair. Rose turned to look at him.
"Even if we did decide to start with the list," he said darkly, "if he's in physical danger it could be too late by the time we find him."
He desperately wanted Rose to make the call. He wanted her to decide to go looking for Wil Beinert in the Brave Woman galaxy. He'd already been informed in no uncertain terms that Wil didn't want to see him again, at least for a very, very long time. He couldn't help it – as irrational as it seemed her decision to leave had hurt him terribly and he felt as if he'd been dumped.
Rose looked at him and nodded. "Do you think we should bring her turtles?"
"No," he answered, suddenly having an idea. "Let's give her a reason to come back. In the meantime, how do we get this old bucket of bolts to go?"
Rose shrugged. "I thought you might know."
Jack stood, turned in a graceful circle studying the TARDIS, and laughed. "I have no idea!"
After a moment he crossed his arms over his chest, leaned back and looked at the console's central column. "Ship!" he bellowed. "Fetch Wil!"
The engines roared to life and they were gone.