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The Jack giggled quietly to himself as he trekked through the familiar ruins. He hummed little bits of "Bullet" softly between the giggles. Riker awoke briefly as Jack went by his room but to the drunk barely conscious man Jack sounded quite merry. He rolled back over and dozed off.
"The demon. The demon's home...this time I must…" The Jack whispered to himself encouragingly. He pushed forth despite the laughter that wasn't his own rattling in his head. "It'll all be quiet soon. Peace." The Jack thought over and over as he went closer and closer to Thadeus's old study. He opened the door.
"There you are. I'm really sorry imma have to hurt you." The Jack crooned to the window. He walked up and looked at the ground far below. The dead rosebushes far from the cushion they'd be in the summer. Summers had once meant soft blue eyes, shiny gold plates, and the flowers, weeds as Skull called them, but to Jack they were bits of sunshine he could hold. He with the blue eyes was sunshine he could hug. The Jack could almost see him watching sadly. The Jack pushed the mental images away and went back to the door.
The Skull winces. "Breakin' yer poker face?" Hare teased. "No. I coulda sworn I heard that gold Walter bot-" Skull began. Then suddenly his eyes widen. He drops his cards and bolts for the stairs. Hare follows.
The Jack is barreling towards the stars. The window shatters. His feet grace the air. Then a hand has him pulled back and the world is full of yelling. He looks up at his brothers and just laughs to drown them out. Laughter sounds so much better anyway.