Jack does make a show of putting in an effort, but his heart is about as in it as the code is in the drawers. He spends more time staring blankly into them than searching them, and even more time than that trying not to look at Ryan's body, which is more prominent in the room than it has any right to be.

And honestly it shouldn't be like that, because he has to find the code to get them out and where on earth has his get-up-and-go got up and gone to?

Maybe it's that he's hungry. He makes a somewhat noisy pit-stop at the nearest trash can.





And comes up with a crumpled bit of paper, torn out of a planner, four digits written on it.

"...Mister Sinclair?"