Jack continued his search for a vent. He went through countless doors and down countless hallways, but to no avail. Jack fell to the ground. What had he gotten himself into?<br/>"Jack," Leela said, "You can't give up now! We have to get out of here!"<br/>"What's the fuckin' point...?" He asked a sad tone. "Lets say I find a way out and somehow escape, what do I do then? She has an army, who will likely go out searching for me. I abandoned my only friends... all I have left is this spear and my switchblade... I'm fucked six ways from sunday and there is no fixing it this time... This place will be my tomb and you know something? I couldn't fucking care less at this point..."<br/>"Jack..." Leela said softly, flying down in front of his face. "You can't give up when things look bad. I know this is hard, but so is life. You have been dealt a shitty hand, but you have to keep trying to win. You just gotta roll with the punches and keep a smile on your face. Can you give me a smile Jack?" Jack looked at her, then looked down. Leela went livid when he did this. "Enough feeling sorry for yourself!" She yelled. "I was sent here to protect and guide you and you just won't listen to me! You have a solid plan on how to escape and you refuse to act on it! Just get out, find the group, and apologize. You really need to apologize to Lianth in particular, he just wants to help and all you do is push him away!" Jack looked at her and sniffed. He was just about to say something when he caught a different scent. It no longer smelled hot and musty, the air was fresh. He stood up and looked at the ceiling. There was a hole in the roof. He had done it! He had found a vent!<br/>"Leela!" He said happily, "Look up!" Leela did so and a smile crossed her face.<br/>"You see Jack? All isn't lost. Now we just need to find a way up there." Jack had an idea. He opened his bag, pulled out all of the ruined clothes he had, and began ripping them into lines. He was going to make a rope and climb out.