She swallows against the tight feeling in her throat. A few more steps down the hallway, and she goes ahead and slides the key out of her pocket.

"She took me to see Jack."

There's no reason she can't tell him that. He should know. He'll probably even feel better about staying knowing that she's talked to Jack.

She stops in front of her room and turns toward him, leaning her back against the door and folding her arms loosely over her chest.

"They're keeping him inside a building, in a room with a wall that's like an observation window."

The more she thinks about it, the more it all seems tailored to each of them. Her and Sawyer locked in cages, Jack practically under a microscope for scrutiny.

"I think they're treating him a little bit better. They want him to do something for them."