In the next room, Sinclair fulfills his sleep quota in about four hours. He wakes up feeling mostly refreshed, but never as rested as it seems like sleeping at night should make you feel.

He puts a robe on and sets out to make a pot of coffee. Jack being awake doesn't surprise him; the kid slept a good while that evening and Sinclair wouldn't be able to sleep again after that either. What does surprise him is the way Jack sits, hunched over the coffee table, staring at the slow blinking light on his transmission radio.

He's waiting. There's nothing but static, but it's like Jack expects someone to talk to him. The only person that could be is Doctor Tenenbaum and. Well. That's...probably not going to happen. At least not tonight.

"I'm sure she's asleep by now, chief," he says, voice still thick from sleep.