As the night progressed and the Time Lord continued to sleep peacefully, the small group moved away from the dining table to the living room. The Brigadier helped himself to one of the beers, but Martha continued to refuse to drink in case the Doctor needed her. She would never forgive herself if her patient suffered because needed medical care but she had been too drunk to care for him properly. Jack, on the other hand, was matching Mickey and Tish bottle for bottle. The only problem was that he had the unfair advantage of being immortal and the same energy that kept him alive prevented him from becoming drunk easily. So while Mickey and Tish had long since passed the tipsy threshold into drunkenness, Jack was still pleasantly buzzed.

"How is he doing?" Martha asked when for the fifth time in less than an hour Jack went to check on the sleeping Time Lord.

"Still resting," Jack told her. The Doctor was no longer wrapped around the pillow but spread out on the bed. His breathing was still even and he wasn't tangled in the blankets which Jack took as a good sign that he had just moved to a more comfortable position. Jack flopped into the chair across from where she was sitting on the couch with the Brigadier. He placed his feet up on the table trying to enjoy himself despite his worry.

"He is going to be fine, old chap. Before you know it, he will be running around getting into trouble again, just like old times," the Brigadier tried to reassure Jack.

"He is already getting into trouble," Jack laughed. Martha looked at him but Jack didn't elaborate.

"I'm actually surprised that he hasn't asked for me to release the medical injunction on him again. I thought for sure that it would be the first thing he requested upon being released from the hospital," Martha commented. She had planned on telling him no then hopefully having a rational conversation about the injuction and how long it would remain in place. The Doctor was surpassing all of her expectations on getting himself clean and health. He was even talking to Ian which amazed her more than the fact that he was eating without complaint. She had high hopes for his continuing recovery and the six months that she had originally planned to keep him on earth were reduced to four. He would still have to meet all of his hurdles before being release. That and she would insist that he have a companion constantly for at least the first month he traveled on his own again.

"Maybe he doesn't care. You know the Doctor, when he wants to run nothing will stop him," Mickey spoke up from where he was sitting on the floor with Tish. They were sitting cross-legged facing each other with their hands inbetween them. Mickey had his facing Tish's as she tried to slap his hands before he could pull away. In their drunkiness, Tish was less coordinated than Mickey and losing the game badly. Not that it stopped her from taking advantage of Mickey being momentarily distracted. Mickey yelped more in surprise than pain as Tish's hands connected with his own. Tish whooped in victory causing the others to shush her.

"Sorry," She whispered. The fact that she was giggling made no one believe that she was actually sorry, though.

"I don't think that is the case. He seems content here regardless of the fact that earlier today he still seemed upset at Sarah for allowing the injuction in the first place," Jack explained to them.

"Or maybe even if he does run, he has nowhere to go," The Doctor commented from the doorway. He had been awake for awhile but laying there comfortably until the conversation turned from idle chatter to being directly about him. "The TARDIS won't let me on and anyone I go to here on Earth will contact you. I could always hide, but UNIT and Torchwood have means of tracking me, so what is the point. I am stuck here until everyone else decides otherwise."

"We are only trying to help you, Doctor," Martha commented.

"So you keep saying," The Doctor sighed. He had heard it all before and quite frankly he was sick of hearing it. "Yet, when I listen to you, I am depressed, but if I run then I am acting out. You expect me to listen then wonder why I haven't tried to leave when I do. I might as well be back on the floor of my kitchen for all the good getting clean has done for me."

"Don't say that," Jack told him. The Doctor turned on Jack glaring.

"Why not, because it is true. I was told that we were celebrating the fact I was getting better, but it sounds to me that what we are really celebrating is the fact that you managed to keep me here against my will. You are all guilty of celebrating the fact that you have taken away my rights and forced me to recieve care that I refused. Yes you save my life and for that I am actually grateful even if I don't agree with the way you went about saving me," The Doctor hissed, his voice rising.

"Doctor," Martha started, but the Doctor wasn't done.

"Despite everything, though, I am trying though. I feel better than I have in awhile, despite the seizures but you people can't just accept that I am trying," The Doctor snipped angrily at them. "Jack, didn't tell you, but I have ran away and I should have kept running. He convince me to come back, though. But I can guarentee you that once the TARDIS lets me back on and I am finally allowed to leave, I am never looking back on this miserable planet." With that he stormed out of the flat slamming the door behind him.