"Dad," Jenny shouted. If she were ten years younger than she'd been when she was born, she'd have stomped her foot.
"You don't understand. He's different, and I love him." She reached out her hand, gently entwining it with one of Dalek Caan's tentacles.
The Doctor just stared, still speechless, a condition which just might persist to the end of his very last life.
He looked round for support, and got nothing but a shrug from Jack. "Hey, you're the one who didn't kill him."
"Yes," the Doctor said faintly, "but that doesn't mean I want him marrying my daughter."