He'd reward Locke for that act of trust and discretion later, but for now he stood up, disappearing briefly to retrieve something from their room and the table beside their messy, unmade bed.

Weiler returned with Locke's phone in tow and set it on the kitchen counter, flipping it open to initiate the encryption code they used for any form of communication that they didn't want to be traced.

"Do you want to call your family now?"