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Jack - I want my hand back.

I can find it for you M'sieur!

*holds his hand out, expecting payment in advance*

I don't want your hand though.

But I can find it for you!

I'm good at finding things!

I'm not paying you for finding it.

Why not?

Because I think you should be willing to do it for free.

but how am I supposed to eat if I don't have any money?

How come you don't have money?

*sighs*
'cause you wont pay me to find your hand M'siour!

You...got it back.

How do you even know I have it, if you don't know that you got it back?

Yeah and now its gone again. Last one on the TARDIS was you. Give it up.

I didn't take it. I don't even have a key anymore.

Look, someone got in. It says that it was you.

It wasn't. You know I gave my key back. ~~Because you made me.~~

Jack, I don't know what to tell you. The TARDIS said Harkness.

The TARDIS is confused then. It wasn't me.

Then who?

I don't know, but it wasn't me.

Fine. Will you help me find it then?

So you want me to be a doctor detector detector.

...Yes.