Darkness. That was all Jack could see. It felt like his eyes were open, yet nothing but pitch met his gaze. He took a step forward, or was he floating? Looking down, Jack saw that he couldn't even see his body. That it struck him. It wasn't that it was so dark he couldn't see anything, it that he was so dark that he blended in with the inky depths. The darkness was him. He blended and camouflaged perfectly with the surroundings. It didn't feel like anything. He didn't feel anything. All there was was him floating and the darkness embracing him.

Unbeknownst to Jack, this was all taking place in his mind, and he would have no memory or recollection of what came next. In the material world, Ethan was laughing, throwing stuff into a bag, his back to Jack, his right side to the front door. So sure of his magick, that Ethan didn't notice Jacks body twitched, or little black sparks flitting across the surface. He didn't notice the shadow cast by Jacks body moving, writhing, contorting, twisting as if listening to a frantic beat. He didn't notice as the body of Jack slowly and silently rose to its feet, eyes shrouded in black. The writhing shadow jumped forward, racing across the floor like a bullet train. By the time Ethan turned and saw the shadowy abomination of Jacks body, it was too late. The shadow leapt up from the floor, and slammed into the dark mage. Landing on Ethans face, the shadow continued as if flesh was a non-entity. With a twisted shriek that could have roused the dead from eternal slumber, the mage clawed at his face, grabbing and ripping off the shadow with a dark flame encrusted hand. Throwing it on the floor, he turned and burst through the back door, running as fast as he could.

The shadow circled, and rejoined Jacks body. Slowly the darkness over his eyes dissipated, and the shadow resumed normal shadowesque functions. Once more in his mind, Jack slumped to the floor. Holding a hand in front of him, he watched as dark flames flicked over his fingers.
"What...?"

Surveying the scene before him, his hand dropped to his side. Mouth open, he looked around.
"Who? What?"
Without knowing anything, Jack knew he had been the one to do this. A sound caught his attention, and looking up, he saw the figure of Katharine in the doorway. How much had she seen? Could she help? Or were things about to get complicated? Jack thought of all of these as he stumbled to his feet.
"So...I think he got away..."