Jack changes into a long-sleeved t-shirt and sweatpants, then opens the bedroom door a crack so he can hear that yes, Carl's still there.

He takes a seat on the bed, just sitting for a moment, his arms resting on his knees. It hurts to sit like that for too long, the curve of his back tugging at the sutures in his side. He needs the few seconds it takes, though, to take a few deep breaths and try and concentrate on something other than the thoughts that have been haunting him since he came to on the ground near the lake.

Finally, he swings his feet into bed, wrapping the covers around himself.

"Night, Carl," he calls out as he reaches for the switch on the lamp.