Room 330: Monday Morning
"There is something extremely wrong with this island."
Jack remembered everything. There was a mullet. A Swiss army knife. Ice cream... Which of course means that Jack is complaining out loud to nobody in particular. Because he has no internal monologue.
"Seriously? What the hell was wrong with this island?"
After lying bed for an hour dwelling on everything that happened over the weekend, ("A mullet? Really?") Jack decided that things could be better and then spent the following hour trying to unlock his chest using nothing but his Swiss Army knife.
"How the hell did he do this?"
While half-listening to the radio
"... Did he just mention something about getting paid?"
The door to Room 330 is open. Don't worry, he's not crazy. Jack's just talking to himself.
Jack remembered everything. There was a mullet. A Swiss army knife. Ice cream... Which of course means that Jack is complaining out loud to nobody in particular. Because he has no internal monologue.
"Seriously? What the hell was wrong with this island?"
After lying bed for an hour dwelling on everything that happened over the weekend, ("A mullet? Really?") Jack decided that things could be better and then spent the following hour trying to unlock his chest using nothing but his Swiss Army knife.
"How the hell did he do this?"
While half-listening to the radio
"... Did he just mention something about getting paid?"
The door to Room 330 is open. Don't worry, he's not crazy. Jack's just talking to himself.