Jack wakes, he's still in the hallway Glen left him in. He's covered in blood, most his own and some of the peoples littering the halls. The sword still lies there, almost tauntingly, still shining and...staring up at the ceiling, pulse thready, his chest is rising slowly... He must look like a corpse. Covered in his own blood, his eyes blank... "Glen..." [ooc: private to baskervilleglen ]

The blonde can be found in his bed room, sat at his dresser fiddling with that looks to be a music box, decorated beautifully in gold swirling patterns and deep reddy brown varnished wood. He means to... in his mouth he has a small looking pair of tweezers which he'll need in a moment to push it into place. He doesn't even remember he's left the door open... [private to baskervilleglen