"Err."  Jack said, flinching against the sun's light like a man who tried to stare down a tiger.  "Its a bit bright today, isn't it?"  No answer.  Good.  He wasn't hearing any voices.  That was a good place to start, the first step to vindicating his sanity really.  It was a proud moment.  "Maybe its enough?"  It wasn't, and he knew it, but a part of him hoped there would be something that agreed with statement enough to allow for him to go back inside, and curl up with another novel.  "Er... I guess, this is going to happen, isn't it?"  No denying the fact that happening was the case.  "Crap."  He sighed, and turned to lock the door behind him.  It didn't give him any trouble.  Honestly, the thing couldn't carer less if he was there or not, not just because it was an intimate object incapable of thoughts or feelings, but because while he was at the house there was nothing worthy about the place to stand guard over, which was what a door was for, at least as far as the door was concerned.  The man's presence somehow managed to bring down the property value enough to make the door want to throw itself open at the first sign of an intruder, or angry dog that was passing by.  "Crap."  He said again.  "Your enjoying this, aren't you?"  HE peered at the door, but it pretended not to notice, even when his eyes got right up to its spy hole.  "Ah well."  he shrugged, and walked down the steps from his little house at the edge of town.  "Got to learn to deal with it sometime."

AT first he had no idea where he was going.  He knew where he'd been, but that didn't seem relevant for some reason.  Sure, they, whoever they were, always said those who don't learn from the past were bound to repeat it.  What connection that had to his current situation he had no idea, but there was something to ir, or so he told himself because of the need to fixate on something so he wouldn't run screaming back to his house,so he kept playing with the notion as he walked through the village sidewalk.  After awhile he gave up on the idea he'd figure out where'd he'd try first as he walked about, and made up his mind to head back and lick his wounds, which weren't actually there, unless soreness counted.  He did, which was what he would've preferred to happen.  Instead, he got lost, and not just the regular kind where you look around and mumble to yourself that none of this looked familiar.  It was the other one, the kind that's usually reserved for little kids who are old enough to ask someone for help, but too small to remember its an action so lots of running around and screaming, quietly, was involved.  He did this until he got hungry, and saw a little cafe that looked interesting, at least to his stomach which all but hefted him up by the scruff of the neck and dragged him into the shop.

"Hullo."  He said, pausing at the entrance.  There was a strange looking woman behind the desk, all of them looked strange to him, males too, and an even stranger one sitting on the desk eating something he'd never smelled before.  "Uhm.  Are you open?"  He said, looking from one person to another.  "If not I could come back, or not."  He shrugged again because his shoulders were getting to the point that they'd just give up, walk out, and let his arms fall where they would.  "But if you are open could I have A CUP OF Tea, with honey.  More honey than tea, please.  You know how its mostly comes out as brown water with a bit of thickness to it on account of the honey?  Well there should be more thickness to it than wetness on account of the tea really only being there for flavor."  He realized he was babbling, and his mouth snapped shut like a snapping turtle who didn't want to wait around all day for another fish who couldn't tell the difference between a tongue and a worm.