First floor lobby: early Friday morning

[anextimeagent]

Barefoot, Jack trotted down the stairs, shoes and socks in one hand, feeling strangely energetic for this hour of the morning. He was going to go for a run, figuring the cold and occasional smattering of rain would be excellent motivation to move quickly.

He flopped onto one of the couches to pull on his shoes. After several minutes he was still sitting there.

The couches were awfully comfortable -- maybe he could just stay here.

[ooc: Jack's primarily here for Parker, but post is open!]