And then Jack appears, navigating his way back by going against the current. His clothes are still filthy with blood and saturated with water, but he's moving as if completely uninjured. There's a gun in his hand.
As he enters Sinclair's room he looks wildly around, and spots the closed bulkhead from which all wet things flow into the city.
Running towards it... does not produce a portly gent from Georgia.
Jack stops, dismayed. He's not about to open the door, since it's pretty obvious that the crash site must be beyond it. But he... kind of never thought about what he'd do if Sinclair wasn't somewhere very obvious in the crash's general vicinity.
Spinning in a circle to look around the room also fails to make Sinclair appear.
no subject
And closer.
Clooooossseeeerrrrrrr
And then Jack appears, navigating his way back by going against the current. His clothes are still filthy with blood and saturated with water, but he's moving as if completely uninjured. There's a gun in his hand.
As he enters Sinclair's room he looks wildly around, and spots the closed bulkhead from which all wet things flow into the city.
Running towards it... does not produce a portly gent from Georgia.
Jack stops, dismayed. He's not about to open the door, since it's pretty obvious that the crash site must be beyond it. But he... kind of never thought about what he'd do if Sinclair wasn't somewhere very obvious in the crash's general vicinity.
Spinning in a circle to look around the room also fails to make Sinclair appear.
Well, shit, Jack's fresh out of ideas.