Jack heard Violet call and followed her voice, staggering slowly in the direction it came from. 'Three minutes and counting...' Jack thought to himself. As he staggered down the aisles to his final destination, he began to think about something: Why on earth was he helping them? This wasn't the sort of vindictive attitude he had had earlier, something else was guiding him. Thinking about his life, and holding onto the key and chip for all it was worth, those were the things plaguing his mind. After a life of only doing the smart thing, why was he doing the right thing? Jack was no hero, he was just a spiteful man with more chips on his shoulder than he cared to acknowledge, so what was with this? Jack rationalized it as a final act of valor, something his life had been building towards. Nobody could plan on things like this, but Jack's life had led him here so he could let the others continue theirs.<br/><br/>Jack realized he was at the door, so he said as loudly as possible, "If you're in here, make some kinda noise... I've... I've got a short span here..."<br/><br/><br/>Thomas vaulted over the barricade, stumbling and falling as he landed. He shook his head off and looked up at his savior, saying gratefully, "Thank you. You didn't have to do that, but you did it anyway, and for that I can't thank you enough." Thomas got to his feet quickly and realized that here was not the best spot for this, so he continued with, "Where should we go from here?"