Jack opened his eyes, groaning in confusion. All his mornings were like this - with a weight of frustration when he realizes he's still ordinary and in hiding. He felt the heat of sunlight streaking across his face, and held his hand above it. He struggled to push himself up and peeked through the blinds. He watched the people roaming outside, oblivious to him. Of course, no one would know he was here. It was a small, old apartment building which he chose to enter last night. The tiny room that he occupied was safe enough for him. At the moment, he had nothing but a kitchen knife that he kept near his side all night. No more food. He had to get out there and take something. He sighed and pulled on a plain white shirt, dreading the new day.