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[OOM: A few days ago, Jack helped a flu-ish Beckett up to her room. Of course the next day he can't help but make sure she's okay.]
When he wakes up after another nap, he feels a little warm and sluggish. He needs a walk and some fresh air to clear his head.
After a few minutes outside, he feels better. Much better; almost invincible, actually. Like he can do anything, even..fly.
Looking around him, he glances at the bar, then up and up...
The roof.
A few minutes later, he's up there, looking down a the grounds, at anyone walking around below him. Something about the perspective feels right, as though he could swoop down on the without them even noticing. Not until it was too late, of course.
He might also be feeling just a little bit hungry.
[tinytag: IMDb Flu. Go on, guess who Jack thinks he is. :D]
When he wakes up after another nap, he feels a little warm and sluggish. He needs a walk and some fresh air to clear his head.
After a few minutes outside, he feels better. Much better; almost invincible, actually. Like he can do anything, even..fly.
Looking around him, he glances at the bar, then up and up...
The roof.
A few minutes later, he's up there, looking down a the grounds, at anyone walking around below him. Something about the perspective feels right, as though he could swoop down on the without them even noticing. Not until it was too late, of course.
He might also be feeling just a little bit hungry.
[tinytag: IMDb Flu. Go on, guess who Jack thinks he is. :D]