Dazedly, Jack groaned. He felt like he had been flattened by an avalanche. Luckily for him, the snow had taken the brunt of the fall, but that was a small comfort. Slowly, he opened his eyes, his vision swimming. Someone was hovering over him. A face, big blue eyes, and platinum blonde hair, close to white. Groaning, he blinked a few times, trying to restore his vision. Nothing seemed to be broken he mused, wiggling his fingers and toes a couple times experimentally. Finally, his vision cleared and he found himself staring up into the brightest, bluest eyes he'd ever seen. 

Wait. They were looking down at him. Directly at him. They could see him. She could see him, he realized once he tore his gaze away from those sapphire eyes. It had been a while since he had met someone who could see and believe in him. A life of solitude had grown on him over the past 300 years. Old habits were hard to break. 

Unsure of what to do, he tried to rise into the air, to regain some composure. But he could only manage to levitate a couple centimetres, bumping his head on the one hovering above his. Cursing his weakened state, he managed to roll a few metres away and scrambled unsteadily into his hands and knees. Wow. Even that took a lot out of him. 

That's when he realized he was missing his staff. Both halves of it. "My staff! Where is it?" He coughed