Not again!

Turlough was tired of corridors and tired of escapes overall. Even after he'd left the Doctor, they always ended the same way. As he was shoved into yet another holding cell on yet another dingy spaceship, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Captured again..."

The dead body thrown in after him was a differently morbid touch. At least until the man got back up, tri-laser bullet holes in his chest resealing as Turlough stared.

"I died again...?"

They exchanged glances—first confusion, then understanding. The man offered his hand.

"Hi, Captain Jack Harkness. I believe we have someone in common."

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