Particularly, thoughts of that one night not too long ago when she and Jack had spent time on the roof together. The shadows under his eyes. The stiffness in his movements. The weariness in his step. The fact that he had purposely avoiding answering her question: what did happen to him when it got warm?
Obviously, something bad enough that other people were coming to her for answers. Answers she didn't have. Yet.
Mind made up, she stood and took the long way around to Jack's door. Knocking once.
"Jack? It's me." Pause. Silence. She tried again, this time a little louder. "Jack?"
She knew he was home. So why wasn't he answering?
As a last resort, she opened the door--it was unlocked--and stepped inside.
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Particularly, thoughts of that one night not too long ago when she and Jack had spent time on the roof together. The shadows under his eyes. The stiffness in his movements. The weariness in his step. The fact that he had purposely avoiding answering her question: what did happen to him when it got warm?
Obviously, something bad enough that other people were coming to her for answers. Answers she didn't have. Yet.
Mind made up, she stood and took the long way around to Jack's door. Knocking once.
"Jack? It's me." Pause. Silence. She tried again, this time a little louder. "Jack?"
She knew he was home. So why wasn't he answering?
As a last resort, she opened the door--it was unlocked--and stepped inside.