And it occurs to Sinclair, in needing something to keep him occupied, that if they have to spend too much longer here, Jack is going to end up eating his way out of Rapture.

Jack's shivering has subsided and his deep, even breathing is the only sound in the room. He should be out for a while longer, or at least Sinclair hopes. Just in case, he leaves a note for him.

Jack,

Bringing back food.

Don't go anywhere.

- A. Sinclair

That oughta keep him put.

Sinclair checks the ammo in his gun before he leaves. He'll be back in about an hour, give or take.