When Kennedy's message came over the journals, Jack was still out at the seaside, drawing up a list of supplies he would need to maintain the Joanna Joyce.

The written entry nearly jarred him into dropping the journal and he stared very hard at the message there for a rather long time.

Then, tucking his journal into his pack, Jack turned his steps north to the transporter and then west toward the battle dome. It's a visit he has been postponing since the day after the attack, mostly for the very simple reason that ill people made him nervous. When he finally pokes his head in the door, Jack plasters a cheerful smile on his face.

"Up and about I see, Mister Kennedy?"