"yes he will come here at 9am unless i cancel the appointment." Jack says. he actually looked pretty healthy for a guy who got shot 4 times, of which one shot was a higher caliber sniper which missed his lungs by inches. "i mean it dosnt feel good to move my right arm, or my left one... or either of my leggs... or just about anything on me. " he tried to use a bit of humore to make things less depressing. "im going to need to buy cat food huh?" Jack added. The comment seemed innocent enough, but he wasnt asking about the cat. He already had a cat, and plenty of food, and a litter box. He was asking about you. [i]If she is telling me this, she must not be well enough to leave anytime soon. but i dont know how comfortable I am having someone who just tried to kill me here all the time. [/i]