Jack follows, moving more alertly now that he's just moving -- a simple task and he can keep momentum going. He doesn't feel physically weak or tired, he just feels... stopped. Blocked up. Something cold and grey that he can't really find the words for.

It can only be the ADAM, can't it? The sudden lack of it over the last few days. It'd make him feel better, he knows that much.

...Huh. Apparently he's still quite capable of feeling fear.






Eventually, they reach Olympus Heights, and though Jack is more tattered and bruised than he might be -- he's taken more hits than usual, reacted without some of his speed -- they've gotten there in one piece.

Jack sinks onto the couch, more awake than before but still listless. Finds himself staring at no particular part of the wall.

There are things he'd like to do, but damned if it isn't going to take him a few minutes to straighten them all out.