"If he's got a concussion, all we can do without a freezer to stick his head in is sit still," John says, not looking up from his work.

For a second, a handful of screens flicker to life, and - immediately go dark again with a sad little 'power down' noise. "Fucking Christ shithead thing-" he trails off, grumbling irritatedly to himself, and continues to try and put shit back together. John Connor can hack anything, yes, but if it's not functioning to get into, then, well. Fuck.