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[Scott's been over the death toll for a while now. Physically, at least: the aches and the pains stopped. He feels like himself, or he would, if he could get out of his head. Because that still feels clouded over, like a shroud has been thrown over him and he can't claw his way free.

He died. He should be dead. He's alive.

Those three sentences, in no particular order, chase themselves across his thoughts. But he can't let that be an excuse. No one else does. And there are more important things going on here in the dark.

When the video comes on, Scott's in his room, with some candles and a battery powered lantern lighting various parts of the room. He's sitting on his bed, his lacrosse stick sitting across his lap.]

Jack's gone. I was hoping, while I was over there - on the other Barge - I didn't have my Item there. But his name isn't on it any more, and...I can't smell him anymore.

[He stares at the lacrosse stick, thumb running over the empty spot where it used to say Jack Shepherd.]

He was a really good guy, and...I just, he deserved another chance.

I'm sorry, if anyone's been looking for him. I just hoped he was still here.

[He kills the feed.]

[Private to the Admiral]

I don't know if you're still there - God, I hope you are. But when we - get moving again, or when you're not worried about...all of this. Can you change my Item?

I was thinking my mom's watch. The one my dad gave her. I don't know if that'll work, it's not like you've ever seen it, but...If you can. Thanks.

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