As ridiculous as it might seem to argue with an automaton, I did just that, all the way through the winding corridors, up the flights of stairways, doing whatever I could at all possible moments to get through to Jack.
"Jack, listen," I begged, "you know this is wrong." Nothing, no expression, his frown gone. "Jack! Hugh is mad, he's ill, we must stop him!" Again nothing. Why wouldn't he listen to me? "He'll destroy everything." I wanted to weep but it seemed so cliché.
Jack simply carried on.
I had run out of time, it seemed, my escape less inevitable and wondered if Mathius and Annie would be able to find a way to get through Hugh's takeover to free me. I had to consider the answer to that was a resounding no. At least I didn't have to be concerned over Kate. Which meant, as was typical, if I was to win my freedom it was to be done under my own power.