Oh but Jack saw it. Just a flash in a moment, but he saw it. There was her face and her standing in the console room. It was gone as soon as it was there, but it was a stark reminder. It made him think of her in that room, bleeding and dying and he couldn't stop it.

Without even meaning to, his own mind shut like a book.

He leaned back to the side, looking again at the ceiling, but he didn't pull his hand away. He took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," he said, quietly. "I keep on failing you."