"Good, pillow, covers," thought the Doctor as he woke up. "Much better than last time." His eyes snapped open when he started to stretch and felt the carpet against his skin as his pajamas caught on the rough, scratchy surface. He found himself staring at the bed frame. He was on the floor.

With a sigh he rolled over onto his back. Another rough night he remembered nothing about. Someone had put a pillow under his head and put a blanket and quilt over him, there was no prize for guessing who. He almost called out Jack's name, but stopped himself. Jack having seen him passed out on the floor was enough humiliation for one day. He wanted to be cleaned up and fully clothed before he confronted the captain.

As he got up off the floor, he noticed his pajamas were damp, soaked in cold sweat, causing them to cling to his body and bind when he moved. He was sitting on the bed removing them when he noticed the lamp on the nightstand was missing. Its remains were in the trash basket next to the desk. The thick wire harp that held the shade, sticking up over the top of the container, the shade itself sat relatively unharmed on top of the desk. The Doctor breathed in with a hiss as he shook his head. It must have been a very rough night.

Wearily he stood up and stretched. Sleeping on the floor may be desirable for some people but his bony frame was ill suited to such a surface. His body snapped and cracked as he stretched the kinks out. A shower was next on the agenda. He completed it quickly, not wanting Jack to walk in on him before he was ready. With a clatter he checked the closet. The brown suit would do again for today. The blue one was still too much a reminder of things gone wrong.

Soon the Doctor was fully clothed and groomed. He gave one last look in the mirror, running his fingers through his hair to give it that casual I don't care look he preferred. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He didn't feel great, but good enough to face whatever the morning would have to offer. He patted his breast pocket. The pills were still there, just in case he needed them. He put a false spring in his step as he approached the door, wanting to impress his friend with his vigor as he entered the living area.

His act was for nothing. To his surprise he found no one was waiting for him. The living area was empty. Lit only by a single light in the wet bar area. The curtains were closed against the outside. He felt a moment of panic when he saw his coat was no longer on the couch where he had left it. To his relief he soon discovered it neatly hung up in the closet, no doubt Jack's handiwork again.

Unsure of what to do next, he went over to the hospitality tray to prepare some tea. It would help him wake up a bit more before he dealt with Jack. Once the electric kettle was heating the water the Doctor went over to the window and drew back the curtains. Cold hit him as the window was revealed. He put his hand on it, the glass was so cold it was almost painful to hold it there.

He dropped his hand and surveyed the sky. Another grey day was in the offing. A cold miserable grey day, he felt his mood shift to match it. He turned away when he heard a click behind him, indicating the water had reached the boiling point and was done. He lay the sachet of black tea in a white china cup and proceeded to pour the hot water over it. Watching the steam rise up from the cup made him realize how cold he felt.

Cup in hand, he checked the thermostat, twenty one degrees Celsius. That should be more than warm enough for him. Had to be an aftereffect of the pill he hadn't been aware of. Maybe if he just took half of one it would ease the symptoms he now felt, just give him a little bit of that euphoria to help him through the day. He found his hand sliding towards his pocket and stopped himself. No, that was how it started he thought. Just a little more and then… It was best they stay in his pocket, unused, at least for now.

He sat down on the couch, finished his tea and found himself feeling peckish. Jack or no Jack, it was time to go downstairs for breakfast. Some food would put him in a better frame of mind. Surely the captain could find him there. He put on his coat and walked to the door, only to find a note stuck to the handle. Impossible for him to ignore. He pulled it off with a wry smile, amused by the location. The message however confused him.

Stay put.
Whatever you do, don't leave the suite.

Jack

The Doctor shook his head. Jack was being melodramatic, certainly there was no harm in him going down to breakfast. He tossed the note aside and was about to open the door when he felt the handle turn under his hand, seemingly of its own accord. He stepped back as the door opened in front of him and Jack slid sideways into the room, careful not to let anyone outside see in.

"Hello, Captain, I was about to go to breakfast. Care to join me?" asked the Doctor.

Jack looked down at the crumpled paper on the floor, then back to the Doctor. "Didn't you read the note I left?"

"Yes, but surely you meant stay inside the building, not the suite. I can have breakfast, can't I?"

"Yes, you can. I've ordered it brought up here."

"What, the whole buffet? Wouldn't it be easier to go down there?" quipped the Doctor.

"No, not the buffet," replied a tired and exasperated sounding Jack, "but a full English breakfast, with extra bacon. Come on, I'll make you some tea. We need to talk." Jack took the Doctor by the elbow and guided him away from the door.

"Why can't we go outside?" asked the Doctor as he looked over his shoulder at the door. "I've already had some tea. I don't need any more."

"Doctor please, just trust me. You don't want to go out there. Here, let me take your coat," said Jack as he put his hands on the Doctor's shoulders and started to remove the coat.

The Doctor ducked out from under his hands and turned to face him. "I'll keep it on, thank you. It's a bit chilly in here this morning," he protested as he flopped down on the couch, crossing his arms to emphasize his displeasure.

Jack stared at him, puzzled at the respone. He was about to say something, when there was a knock at the door. The Doctor started to get up from the couch.

"No, you stay here. I'll get it," said Jack as he motioned to the Doctor to sit back down. The Doctor frowned but reluctantly did as Jack directed. Soon Jack was back with a trolley, filled with food, which he proceeded to place on the table. The Doctor casually wandered over and sat down.

"So I gather this is mine?" he asked as he picked up the plate whose fare included barbequed beans. Just the smell of the food was improving his mood. The digestive problems of the previous night were indeed gone.

"Well, it's certainly not mine," replied Jack as he took a plate of fried eggs, toast and bacon for himself. "Doctor, I need to ask you a few questions about yesterday."

"Yesterday? What questions could you possibly have about yesterday? You were practically on top of me the whole day. I felt like I couldn't take a breath without you sharing it," the Doctor responded irritably. Yesterday was over and done with. He didn't look forward to rehashing it.

Jack sighed and shook his head. "Doctor this is serious. I need to know everything that happened yesterday. Starting with when you first met the Atterian."

"I told you yesterday, nothing happened. She asked me to join her and the ambassador for breakfast. I turned her down and she planted a tracking device on me. That's it."

"And the ambassador, did you talk to him at all?"

"No, just her."

"You never went near their table or touched anything she brought back to it?"

"No, what's this about?" replied the Doctor confused.

"I'll get to that. I need you to concentrate on yesterday for now," said Jack, his uncharacteristically serious tone making the Doctor feel ill at ease. "Now yesterday at the Hub, for a moment she looked terrified of you. What was that about?"

"I don't know. I can't be responsible for how someone reacts to me. Maybe my lecture had sunk in and she realized she'd had a close call. Other than that I have no idea," answered the Doctor, growing concerned at where this questioning was going.

Jack looked down at his plate and ate a few bites before resuming his questioning. "Did you run into her or the ambassador after you left the Hub for your walk this afternoon?"

"No, I didn't run into anyone, you know that. I could hear the CCTV cameras following me every step of the way."

Jack rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the floor in embarrassment. "Ah… We weren't actively watching it the whole time. Gwen wanted to get home and Ianto and I became, ah, distracted. We used an image recognition program to follow you automatically. I haven't had a chance to view the recording yet."

"Well, when you do view it, you will see I was actively avoiding running into anyone."

"Okay, that's good to know. Now what happened with you at dinner?"

"Nothing, I just had a little upset stomach and it went away. There's absolutely nothing sinister about it," snapped the Doctor. Picking up his orange juice he drank down it quickly to hide his irritation with Jack's revisiting a subject he had already declared closed. The sudden influx of the acidic fluid didn't sit well in his stomach. He ate some toast to act as a buffer, easing the pain before it took hold. Looking up from his plate, he saw Jack studying him intently.

"Doctor, I've never seen anyone turnaround from being that sick as fast as you did."

"Had much experience with Time Lords, have you? We may look like you, but we are quite different from you, I can assure you."

"Okay, okay, I'll give you that," said Jack holding up his hands in surrender. "Now, last night, what happened after you left the Hub?"

"Nothing, I walked back here and went to bed."

"What about in the reception? Didn't you run into the ambassador and Celeste?" persisted Jack.

"Not really, I smiled at her and gave a little wave. Hardly an encounter."

"How close were you when that happened?"

"I was just inside the doorway. They were at the lifts. I was at least 10 meters away."

"You didn't ride up with them or have any other contact?"

"No, they looked like they wanted to be alone, so I didn't intrude." The Doctor shook his head in frustration. "What does this have to do with me having to stay here?"

"Just a few more questions then I'll tell you."

"Why can't you tell me now?" the Doctor asked, raising his voice in frustration.

"Keep it down," admonished Jack. "For your sake, I have to follow procedure on this."

"Procedure? Since when have you been concerned about procedure?"

"Since following it may be the only way I have of protecting you." Jack leaned forward resting his folded arms on the table. "Doctor, please, just bear with me a little longer," he asked softly. "This really is for your own good. I don't like it any more than you do."

The Doctor saw the plea for understanding in his friend's eyes. He looked down at his almost empty plate as he considered his response. "Alright, I'll play it your way for now," he reluctantly agreed.

"Good. Now, last night, did anything unusual or out of the ordinary happen?"

The Doctor pursed his lips and shook his head as he answered, "No, nothing."

"Your bedroom was a wreck when I came in. How did that happen?"

"I don't know. I went to bed and wound up on the floor. Sometimes I can be pretty restless in my sleep. It's not that unusual. What were you doing in my room anyway?" asked the Doctor.

"I was making sure you were alright," answered Jack before continuing with his questioning. "So you didn't hear anything at all last night? Nothing woke you up or disturbed your sleep?"

"No, nothing, I already told you that." The Doctor put down his fork and pushed his plate away. The questions were making him feel more and more uneasy. Why, he didn't know.

"I was afraid of that," replied Jack. "Any unusual dreams you remember?"

"No, I don't remember anything between when I went to sleep and when I woke up. What do my dreams have to do with anything?"

"Nothing, I'm grasping at straws here," responded a despondent Jack. "Even they have to admit you were out cold when we first got here."

"They? There was more than one person in my room? What did you do? Put me on display? Sell tickets?" The Doctor was appalled at the revelation it had been more than just Jack who saw him passed out on the floor.

"No, just one other person as a witness to your condition. Don't worry, I had everything straightened up before they saw you." He took a deep breath, looked at his watch and sighed. "We don't have much time. They are going to be getting impatient."

Jack stood up, glanced at the Doctor and turned away, swallowing hard as he did so. He started unnecessarily to put the empty breakfast dishes back on the trolley. The Doctor saw it for the obvious delaying tactic it was. "Jack, what is it? What's going on?"

"Doctor, I'm going to need you to cooperate with me, as of now you are officially in my custody."

"I'm in your custody? What, with handcuffs and everything?" replied the Doctor holding out his wrists, trying to make light of what was obviously distressing Jack. "What's the charge? Parking the TARDIS improperly? Interfering with the tourist trade?"

"No, no handcuffs, I promise I'll do whatever I can to avoid that," replied Jack, desperation for understanding apparent in his voice. "You have to help me by not trying to take over and act like you are in charge. Doctor, once we go through that door you are my prisoner."

The word prisoner was barely audible. The Doctor could tell it had pained the captain to say it. "Jack, what is it? What's happened?" he asked, suddenly more concerned for his friend than himself.

"Doctor, it's the Atterian, Celeste. She's dead. Murdered. And you have been declared a person of interest in the case."