"You don't know that," Jack shook his head, less trying to convince her and more not wanting to hear it in the first place. He didn't want to absorb the fact that she was probably right. It was the biggest chance they'd ever had, but why in the hell would it be given in the first place? Logic, hope, and panic tore him in different directions for a few seconds, and it showed as he took a step back toward the ruined remains of the table, as if contemplating throwing that again now that the chair was too heavy for him, then toward the door as if wanting to check for stairs again. After a few seconds of indecision, he crouched, elbows on his knees, his head ducked forward like he might throw up. He didn't feel like he was really going to, not immediately, but it felt good not to move for a few seconds. He faintly nodded his head as he breathed through his mouth, feeling like he was just shy of getting the right amount of air. "Yeah...okay."