And Sinclair is definitely watching. His expression is one of anticipation, not judgmental, not fearful, but not exactly eager either. He's just waiting.

The sisters are just vegetables. The heart's just a muscle. Jack has to do what he's about to do and they need to get out of here. That's what all this is about, and that's all that matters.

Sinclair leans back on the desk and watches the girl's limp body in Jack's arms, her limbs dangling and her head lolling back like a rag doll. When Jack looks back at him, Sinclair thinks maybe he's having second thoughts. Maybe he's feeling guilty.

"Go on then, we don't have all night," he says with a wave of his hand.