Jack collapses off his feet, his back sliding down the front of the newly fixed fridge.  The knife clattered down beneath him, and he was just purely lucky it hadn't cut him on the way down.  He felt exhausted now that the adrenaline was leaving his system.  His breathing was still heavy, though it was recovering quickly.  He felt his heartbeat.  That was recovering too.

"I can't fucking afford a new lock!" he shouts at the door, though Will is long gone.

The Blueprint his mind kept giving him for the lock required the use of parts he didn't actually have.  For some reason it wanted him to "fix" the lock into some kind of optical scanning laser turret.  Come to think of it, this kind of thing was probably why.

He looks down at the card.  At the address.

"I'd have to be crazy."

But could it really be scarier than walking home at night?  At least the fights would be something he's walking into face held high.  He'd know this one was going to happen.  He could even wear his Jump Boots, give himself an easy out if things went too badly.  No weapons though.  He didn't manage to make one from the dumpster earlier, and frankly it was better equipped than his apartment...

"I can't even believe I'm considering this!"

He looks down at his cellphone.  The card.  The cellphone.

He dials the number on the card.

"I'm in," he says as soon as Will picks up.