The burns on Jack's arm are fading as Sinclair watches, but if another incident like that happens he's probably going to have to make a second trip to the Persephone pantry. ...They'll get more in, they won't miss all this food. Besides, with any luck it won't be Sinclair's problem anymore anyway.

He finishes his bag of chips and gets up to look over the bathysphere. There's got to be some way to turn the power in this thing off, but with the way things have been going lately he wouldn't be surprised if it were on the very bottom of the sphere.

"Hey, kid," he calls over his shoulder. "Where do you reckon the off switch is?"