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[trigger_man]

Jack hasn't left his room much in the couple days since he woke up outside, with no memory of the few days before that.  No memory for kidnapping someone, of fighting Teja.

When he has gone downstairs, he definitely hasn't gone anywhere near the woods.

He still has no memory of anything he did while under that spell, and the thought that something took him over, that he has no memory of it, unnerves him like nothing else has in years.

He needs to get out of here, but the door back to his world is locked, and so he stays mostly in his room, dreading every time he falls asleep and the nightmares start again.

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[trigger_man]

Jack changes into a long-sleeved t-shirt and sweatpants, then opens the bedroom door a crack so he can hear that yes, Carl's still there.

He takes a seat on the bed, just sitting for a moment, his arms resting on his knees. It hurts to sit like that for too long, the curve of his back tugging at the sutures in his side. He needs the few seconds it takes, though, to take a few deep breaths and try and concentrate on something other than the thoughts that have been haunting him since he came to on the ground near the lake.

Finally, he swings his feet into bed, wrapping the covers around himself.

"Night, Carl," he calls out as he reaches for the switch on the lamp.

[one_man_army]

There's only one light on and Carl doesn't bother turning it off - if anything, it may help keep some of the 'shadows' at bay, in case Jack wakes up with another nightmare.

"G'night, Jack," he calls in response, lifting his head to drain the last of the whisky, grateful for the burn running down his throat to help focus his thoughts and ease his anger just a bit. The empty glass goes on the coffee table with a quiet thud, but aside from that, he settles in on the couch for the evening.

He won't sleep, even though he could use a few hours of rest.

This is more important.

[trigger_man]

Turning off the light, Jack lets his head hit the pillow, turning toward the faint shaft of light coming through the doorway.

It's okay. Carl won't let him do anything, if...

It takes a while, but finally sleep wins out.