Jack stood alone not really concentrating on what had just happened. He hadn't realized that for a while now he had been playing with his fingers although having the faintest of feelings of somewhat being annoyed that the blood between them began to feel quite clammy, making it more difficult for them to move freely. But that didn't seem to bother Jack, for it would only be a matter of time until he would regain his composure. His thoughts though, were uncontrolled, he was thinking of everything and thinking of nothing at the same time. He couldn't move, his legs weren't registering. His m…
