Several more minutes pass in relative silence before Sinclair gets bored enough to stand up and hobble on over and check out Jack's work again.

"Once we've got this thing working right, we should be able to take it straight out of here," he says. "I'm gonna need to collect a few things to take back with us, but if all goes according to plan we just may be out of here tonight." And won't that be an enormous goddamn relief. It'll be good to see the stars again. Or anything that's not cold and damp, for that matter. It seems like the closer he gets to escaping this place, the uglier it all looks.