[There's a short pause.] Don't exactly mean me, Jack. [And that's all he says for now. He's not sure how to proceed with the "dead brother" bomb especially considering the fact that Jack's a spirit. He watches the frost spread over his desk, index finger swirling a pattern in the ice.]

We're still scientists, you know. We're supposed to study patterns and yeah, I think there is one. It's way too sudden and it seems random but it's still a lot of people. I can't just believe it's a coincidence.