Sinclair raises an eyebrow. Oh, he knew about the goddamned event. It's just better if he doesn't share what happened to him.

"Crazy, huh?" Sinclair murmurs, closing the door. "Sit down, Jack," he says as he crosses the room, pulling open the closet and peering in at it. Then, he seems to decide against whatever he was going to pull out and sits down at the desk, the monitors back-lighting him as he stares at Jack. "Why don't you go ahead and tell me what happened, son," he says quietly, sticking the cigarette into his trusty holder.