If the things you feel outsmart the things you know... it's almost time, it's almost time, to go.
Jack is packing.
His door is open, because what difference can it make who finds him now? All his belongings on this side of the Rift are being shoved into a large grey backpack - the same one which carried his impromptu kit to interrogate Sark. It seems like that was a long time ago, now. Has he really been here that long?
A bit depressing that, for all that time, he can be cleared out of the Hotel in a night and a knapsack, but nothing's left him much choice.
It's this or his team - former team - being caught up in a war, and that's not a contest. The team comes first, even when they aren't his, any more.
So he's packing. Soon he'll be going.
Soon he'll be gone.
His door is open, because what difference can it make who finds him now? All his belongings on this side of the Rift are being shoved into a large grey backpack - the same one which carried his impromptu kit to interrogate Sark. It seems like that was a long time ago, now. Has he really been here that long?
A bit depressing that, for all that time, he can be cleared out of the Hotel in a night and a knapsack, but nothing's left him much choice.
It's this or his team - former team - being caught up in a war, and that's not a contest. The team comes first, even when they aren't his, any more.
So he's packing. Soon he'll be going.
Soon he'll be gone.