[color=fff200][i]New people coming. Great.[/i][/color] Jack groaned and put in his earbuds, planning to stay out of sight until everything calmed down. With this aim in mind, he was currently sitting in the top branches of an oak, listening to Blackmore's Night. Not what people expected of him, but he liked it anyway. [color=fff200]"I've been here for a million years, through the joy, through the tears, but when I am gone this will go on, and the circle starts again."[/color] He sang along quietly, eyes closed and ignoring the world.