When Sinclair was just a boy, his mother let him adopt a stray dog as long as he promised to train it and feed it. And he did, for a while, until one day they came home and the gate was open and the dog was gone. Every day for at least a week, little Augustus would tell his mother to make sure she left the gate open in case the dog came back. She would always smile at him and agree, this small, kind of sad smile.

The smile Sinclair gives to Jack now. "Sure, son. If you've got a place to carry it."