The wall is moving. It's moving.

It splits and slides apart, not very far, but far enough to fit both Jack and Sinclair in side by side.

And it's open there in front of them. The wall has opened. The wall has moved away and it's open and there's a room behind it and this is it.

This is it.

The submarine sits solidly by a short boardwalk like it was waiting for them.

Sinclair lets out a joyous laugh and walks into the new room spreading his arms and turning back around to look at Jack.

"Kid! We found it! We found our sub!"

He laughs again and turns back around, soaking in the sight before him.

"...We found our way out."