Jack has been in bed pretty much since Poison left. He hasn't been asleep. He's been lying staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out how, exactly, he feels. Poison had left to go home to his girl, to his kid and left Jack trying to figure out what, exactly, had happened.

And then he gets Kavinsky's text. He hauls himself into the shower, is just getting out when he hears the knock on the door. He pulls on sweats and a clean t-shirt and is still toweling his hair when he yanks the door open.

"Hey."