Once Jack has disappeared into the bedroom, Carl moves from the chair and grabs a glass of whisky out of the kitchen - at least Jack has the decency to keep a good single-malt on hand. (Though the amount in the bottle is a bit concerning, but he ignores that in favor of pouring three fingers into the tumbler before he heads back to the couch.)

The TV stays off, and the pillows and blankets stay in the closet; he kicks his boots off and folds an arm behind his head, resting the glass on his chest once he's stretched out.

Jack was possessed, by something that came here and hurt people. He's still angry, and more than a little bit unnerved.