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The Doctor releases his hold on Jack’s face and accuses, “You saw that, didn’t you?”“You were projecting most of it.” Jack probably wouldn’t have received the images otherwise, but he’d started smirking as soon as they took shape in his head, disrupting the Doctor’s gentle, expert search for the parts of Jack’s mind that might hold his missing memories. “Forgive me if I’m misreading things, but do you want to make out?”“What if I do, then?” The Doctor is trying his best to scowl.“Then you both get on with it,” Rose says from the doorway. Jack can hear the grin in her voice even before he turns his head.As their lips touch, then their tongues, the Doctor gifts Jack with images of what he’d like them to do together, and Jack responds with a few ideas of what all three of them could do for each other, if Rose is interested. They separate just enough so that the Doctor can extend his hand, show her one of his irresistible smiles, and draw her into their embrace.