Jack walked back into biew from the kitchen, laughing with the woman who spilt the wine. Jack gathered at the center table with everyone else, and put down a peace of paper. The paper was a contract obviously, because soon people started signing.

You notice, a red dot swaying about on jack's shoulder, and a crack of thunder rings out. Jack swirls around with a red spot forming on his white suit. Stil he was alive. Whilst everyone in his house screems for their lives, he grabs the contract, and runs behind a large cement support column for cover.