Jack let out a sharp laugh as he watched the chaos taking place below him. "YOU KNOW WHAT THIS NEEDS?!" He yelled before he pulled seemingly out of no wear a old accordion. "A GOOD TUNE!" He cackled as the accordion took in a dry air before it started to let out the rusty notes that formed the song pop goes the weasel. [I]"I already have voices in my head I don't need any more."[/I] He said in a raspy whisper that was directed to the Observer.