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[Thursday, July 3rd...one month after]

Thursday. Dancing and then nothing. These were the hardest days, the ones when he had almost nothing to do and had to get creative. Friday would find him bringing in a catch for the party, Saturday he had drills. There were always people around, but without...

It didn't matter. He kept telling himself that. It was better for both of them House could find someone to make him happy, Jack could find...something. Anything. The Task FOrce and John Hart (who needed constant monitoring) and the TARDIS.

The TARDIS. Good choice.

Jack sauntered down the boardwalk toward the Doctor's treehouse to spend a little quality time with the computer banks that blatantly mocked him with their blank screens or maddeningly unresponsive cursors. One day, he was certain, they would bring her back around.

Today, he'd give it a try.

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