[Jack] Comforting moments
It wasn't possible. It wasn't true. Mike hadn't gone out for a walk and just died, hadn't left everyone so suddenly. Except he had, and she knew he had. Obviously she couldn't be involved in Dr. Brennan's examination, but she'd been told very definitively, and gone to see him for herself. He'd already started the first stages of decomp and they'd have to bury him or send him out to sea or whatever pretty fast, and it was that more than anything else that convinced her it was real. She knew how this process went.
After saying something, she didn't even know what, to Neil and Tom, she left the second clinic and headed up to the compound to do anything to get her mind off of it and keep her out of anyone's view. Today would be a great day to hand-grind the next four weeks' worth of shells, for example. She spotted Jack ahead of her on the path and called out in a voice that didn't even sound like hers. He knew Mike. He'd need to know.
"Jack!"
After saying something, she didn't even know what, to Neil and Tom, she left the second clinic and headed up to the compound to do anything to get her mind off of it and keep her out of anyone's view. Today would be a great day to hand-grind the next four weeks' worth of shells, for example. She spotted Jack ahead of her on the path and called out in a voice that didn't even sound like hers. He knew Mike. He'd need to know.
"Jack!"