He shouldn't go down. It was a bad idea, he shouldn't do it. He knew he shouldn't do it but it was hard to focus on paperwork when the prisoner was screaming and -- God, it was no longer just noises of fear, now he looked like he was convulsing. There was no way he could let him die.

Jack had said to never bring weapons down there so reluctantly, he left his gun and grabbed his phone instead. Maybe he could get Owen to come down here or something.

He put the phone in his back pocket and headed down, uneasy as he unlocked the door with his swipe code. He kept the door open, just wanting the option to run. Then he knocked on the glass. "Hey! Wake up!" If he could wake himself up, then it wasn't a fit and he could hastily leave. If he couldn't, he needed Owen.