"I am," he says loudly, and eats some more ham as if he has a personal vendetta against it.

He's actually shaking a little with unexpected adrenaline. Fontaine. Fontaine Fontaine Fontaine. If anything, he'd like to go back and kill the man again. The fake memories of a family, the fake friendship down here, building words of control right into his brain -- yeah, let's just say there are not enough days in the week for all the therapy Jack is going to need.

But he is still trying not to flip out too hard, because he's fairly sure Sinclair wouldn't zap back in the nearest Vita Chamber.