"Soon," says Jack. He's kind of achy and headachey again, but that's probably down to sitting in the dark staring at the radio for so long. All the more reason to get out and active in the fresh ---- uhh, in the stale underwater air.

Even if it does mean going back to Central Control.

The more he thinks about it, the more he's kind of perversely curious to see if anything's changed there. If anyone's moved the body or even looted, or if Ryan is still lying there, forgotten by his own city.

It's just one of the many thoughts making Jack look contemplative on this fine Rapture morning.