"Doctor, improvise is my middle name! Well no actually, it isn't, but I think you get my point."

Jack watched as the water trickled along the paper and towards the lock. A little made it across but most of it fell to the side. "It's not enough."

He put his hands to his hips and paced a little, trying to think. "This isn't going to work," he said spinning back on a heel, as though it was a revelation.

"No, I mean, really this isn't going to work. I don't think it was ever supposed to. It's a distraction. I mean, no real door would be opened by something like this, would it? I don't think this is the way in at all."