After passing into the lower quarters in the elevator and crossing through several hallways Jane entered the cells and went directly to the one Jacob was held in. She looked through a thick glass door into the small cell; the walls of which were completely white and bare, the only furniture in the small detainment room was a small bed with its corners rounded. It was seemingly floating in the air as the only thing supporting its weight was by its right side firmly attached to the wall. Jacob lay on the bed, his huge muscular form taking up the entire small space. His fingers began twitching and Jane knew that he would soon wake. The stun would only last for a few minutes. The commander came to her side and the two of them peered through the glass towards the murderer.

With a lurch Jacob bolted up into the sitting position, his eyes glazed over, his face completely devoid of emotion. His hazel eyes came to focus directly on Jane as he swung his legs over the bed and stood.

"Jacob, why did you kill Jefferson?" Jane asked in a commanding tone, demanding an answer.

No look of recognition crossed his face as he walked towards the glass door separating him from Jane and the commander. His well defined jaw was relaxed, his lips in a neutral position; it appeared as though he were bored and merely disinterested with the world, not caring one bit that he had just committed murder and was in a holding cell.

He continued walking towards the glass door until he was only a few inches away from Jane, his gaze lowered to connect with hers. He began punching the glass, causing Jane to flinch slightly before regaining control. Again and again he swung his arm towards the door, his motions precise and measured as he hit the glass with his powerful fists as he began to pick up speed. The glass held firm against the blows, knocking back his arm as his knuckles began to bleed from the forcible impacts.

"What's he doing? Is he trying to escape?" The commander asked, unflinching as Jacob continued to pound the glass with his fists, the skin on his knuckles tearing to leave blood smears.

"I don't know." Jane replied, equally confused. It was as if he were trying to hurt her, or just hurt himself, but she couldn't be sure ass expression was completely blank. He wasn't angry, or upset, he was merely complacent. Even as his fists furiously pounded against the glass, tearing skin, most likely breaking bones, he didn't flinch or anything.

Jane was utterly confused by Jacob's actions. Why had he killed Jefferson? What made him do it? Why wasn't he showing any remorse or even any recognition for his actions? He had never had any conflictions with his crewmates before, and though she knew that he had a shady past life she would have never imagined that he would be capable of taking the life of one of his crew mates.

He continued smacking the door, his arms flying wildly even though the glass would not give; he had no chance of escape.

"Jacob, please stop and listen to me." Jane commanded, watching with worry as blood began to stream down the door from his opened knuckles.

He changed tactics and began ramming the door with his right shoulder, forcing all of his weight into the glass partition. The glass began to wobble but Jane was certain it would hold. He rammed again and Jane heard the unmistakeable sound of breaking bones; he had most likely dislocated his shoulder as well from the impact.

"Jacob, it's no use. Please, just explain to me what is going on." She pleaded, hoping that he would stop his bodily harm. He was getting out of control as he threw himself against the door, uncaring of the damages he caused to himself. If she didn't stop him soon, he was going to end up killing himself.

Jacob began ramming his head into the door as well, breaking his nose, his forehead taking the brunt of the blows and beginning to bleed.

Jane took a step back in shock and glanced around her, she and the commander stood in front of the door completely alone. "Should I call the medics?" She asked with worry, glancing back at the blood streaming down Jacob's forehead.

"No."

Jane glanced in amazement at the commander; he stared back at her, his jaw in a hard line. His eyes were steeled against any sympathy he might have felt for the man behind the glass as he stared into Jane's eyes. A look of understanding passed between them.

"He's affected." Jane said with a calm acceptance of fate.

If Jacob were one of the affected, then there was no hope for him. He would attempt to kill anyone he had ever known, including herself, until he himself died. She wondered what would happen to him if he continued to be locked up, unable to kill others.

The commander responded with a curt nod. They both turned back to watch as Jacob continued to bash his body against the glass partition, his face a blank slate as though none of the pain was registering. Jane realized that Jacob was already dead and that was left was of his body was responding to the time paradoxes; its goal to kill anyone he had ever met or spent time with.

The rhythmic banging of Jacob's head against the glass partition set a macabre backdrop as they watched his body slowly sink to the floor, his pounding became less and less forceful.

"The affected is unable to register pain." The commander stated, as if he were a scientist reporting the results of an experiment, not caring at all that they were looking at the results of a real human being who had been taken over, affected, because of the Time Gate.

She knew she had to deal with this as smartly as she could. That was not Jacob, that was an affected. Jacob was gone. 'Unresponsive to questioning." Jane responded in kind.

"When incapable of killing the affected results to bodily harm."

"And eventual suicide, I presume."

The watched in silence as Jacob's movements began to slow until he could no longer hit his head against the door. His eyes stared forwards blankly as his chest stopped rising and falling with the intake and exhale of breath. The entire affair was done without emotion; Jane constantly reminding herself that Jacob had already been dead and the deaths he had committed were not his fault. The air remained still as they stared down at the body for a few moments of complete silence.

"Can the body be touched?" Jane asked, her gaze focused on Jacob's open stare.

"You can't become affected through physical contact; the symptoms are only passed by the results of the alternate universe merging into our own. There is no way of knowing who will be affected next."

"I had almost believed that all of this," Jane said, motioning towards the body, "was fake. That it was all just a dream and no one that I knew personally would actually become affected." She let out a heartless laugh. "It's only going to get worse, isn't it?"

"Yes." The commander stated in an equal state of hopelessness.

Jane set her jaw in grim determination and turned to face the commander. "Then let's put a stop to this."

He stared back at her, his aquamarine eyes lightening to show how he respected her answer as his lips twitched up into a slight smile. "Lets," he confirmed.