Sinclair busies himself tying the sheets together, end to end, pulling tight to make sure they'll hold. But there's a shot and a yelp and then silence and that is mildly alarming.

He drops the sheets and places himself on one side of the door frame, sticking his head out to check that the coast is clear. But he can't see anything beyond that damn balcony, and after a few more seconds of hearing nothing he decides to risk it and go straight for the banister.

There's a dead splicer on the ground, right next to Jack. Who's sitting up, thankfully, but that's still odd.

"You alright, kid?" he calls down.