Jack was sitting in his office. He wasn't going to go out and meet Scotty, not when the topic that they were going to talk about was this one. It was probably one of his least favorites, because he could never avoid it. It was his reality, his past, and Scotty was going to want to know the details, because that's what people did. He was going to want to try to help, probably, because that's what people did too, but there wasn't really anything to help. Jack was a fixed point in space and time, and he would remain that way. Forever. Not even the Doctor could fix it.

He wasn't looking forward to this conversation, but Scotty deserved to know. So he'd tell him. He just wouldn't like it. And he'd wait for the other man to find him in his office, because he really wasn't going to be able to seek out the other man, not when he knew he would have to explain himself further.