Jack looked at her and he listened to her tell the story. It sounded familiar; he hoped the Doctor hadn't purposely abandoned this child like he abandoned most of his companions. He hoped that the man wouldn't be so cold and cruel to her. "Ah, yeah, he has an issue with being where he's supposed to be when he's meant to be there," he said, watching her for a second before turning his eyes toward the pills scattered on the ground. He motioned toward them and opened his mouth to ask when she said that last bit.

"Ah yeah, I do," he said and smiled some, standing up straight and offering her his hand. "C'mon now, lets get you something to eat and then we'll go see about finding him." Jack knew he'd be able to somehow; and if he couldn't, he would make it his damn mission to do so.