The air inside the Swan station was thick with the scent of ozone and stale decades. For John Locke, the hum of the machinery felt like a heartbeat—one he had been waiting to hear his whole life. To Jack, it was a migraine in physical form.
Jack didn’t believe in leaps. He believed in what he could see, and all he saw was a man named Desmond who had been living in a hole for three years, terrified of a timer. When the computer was accidentally shot during their standoff, the alarm began to wail—a deep, rhythmic thrumming that shook the very concrete walls. [S2E3] Lost Civilizations
"It’s a leap of faith, Jack," Locke whispered, his eyes reflecting the amber glow of the computer monitor. The air inside the Swan station was thick