He'll rekindle all those dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy...
Recent news reports have understandably gotten one Desmond Descant far more tense than he should be. It's an all-too familiar scene for him that hits far too close to home. Well, maybe no one's ever actually used his face to commit a murder and potentially frame him for it, but he's been manipulated into doing some things that turned out really bad for everyone involved in the situation, and this? This seems like just taking that a step further. Then again, if his discussion with Jack is any indication, it could easily be any number of things, including things that have no particular malice towards him or Jack and just happen to be wearing the same face.
Yeah, he's not that lucky. Chances are it probably is someone with a yen to set up one or both of them, but that's just paranoia and his deductive reasoning skills bordering on the irrational for some strange, inexplicable reason.
Whatever it is, he's tense and on edge, and the fact that people keep asking him questions that he can't answer properly isn't helping matters. Nor does the fact that he has less of an alibi than Jack probably has, considering May 2nd was close to the time of Becky's Fall and he was back and forth between the hospital and the hotel that entire week. There's probably some technical piece of evidence that could prove him completely innocent, but it doesn't look good at this point. If he were to be hauled in for questioning, he'd be fucked beyond fucked.
Thus why he's currently pacing the length of the quarantine zone even more frenetically than Natasha was a few days previously. He can't leave the hotel, he can't go down to the basement, and he can't do anything. He despises that helpless feeling more than anything, because all he wants is to find that son of a bitch and put a bullet in his head. Not exactly something that the Doctor would approve for a more than one reason, but the Doctor's not here. He's making himself useful by stopping the plague, while Des sits back and twiddles his thumbs and waits, because he doesn't have the luxury of that sort of distraction.
Oh yes, this is going to end well...