It's maybe an hour before Jack finally wakes up, and he shifts around a lot in the meantime, now that he's started moving. Sometimes he mumbles too, unintelligible, at various levels of comfort and distress. Once he says "won't" out loud, quite clearly, and then fails to follow it up with anything at all except a snore.

He finally wakes himself up by kicking the wall.

"Ah!"

JESUS HE'S UNDER ATTAoh it's just. a wall. okay. He'll uh. Put down the wrench again, then.

He darts a look around the room for splicers and then looks up, which from his prone position brings an upside-down Sinclair more or less into view.

G'morning dad.