"Plenty of sheets up here," Sinclair says, gesturing back at the room. "I figure we can tie them together and haul you up that way. I'm just about done."

He disappears through the doorway for a moment and reappears with three knotted sheets in his arms. One more ought to make it long enough.

"Oh!" he adds, kneeling down to finish the project, "and I found a couple other things up here that might interest you, a med kit, one or two hypos of EVE." And the creme cakes, but that can be a bonus once he gets Jack up here.