"Jack. Jack, look at me. Babe, I've got knives, and a laser." Okay, that probably wasn't going to calm Jack, but there was a point to it. "I can cut you out of it if needs be. I am not leaving you." His last words choked him, and he swallowed hard before he continued. "I'm not going anywhere," he whispered. He coughed lightly, and continued, firm and sure again. "The door is locked, I made sure of it." He tapped his wrist strap. "I'm very sure of what I'm doing." His hand dropped to Jack's cheek. "I know exactly what I'm doing here," he repeated. He breathed deep. "Okay?"