It starts with an eye.
“Jack…Jack!”
It’s Jack’s eye.
And Juliet’s face. Entirely too close for comfort.
“Jack!”
Jack stares off to the side for a few seconds, then blinks and becomes responsive again. Where was he just now? Somewhere time-travelly, I reckon.
On the beach, “Saint” Bernard is arguing with Daniel about where everybody be at. Charlotte starts piling on in her insufferable voice. Rose steps in: “Just watch your tone, Red.”
Jack steps in and tells everyone to calm down, or else he’ll turn this whole time-shifted is-it-or-isn’t-it-an-island around. Sure, they’re lying, but sooner or later, their peoples will come back for them, we’ll be ready, patience is a virtue, a stitch in time saves nine, and so forth – then he keels over.
Juliet’s all in his face again. Too close, lady!
Trust me, that’s part of the problem.
