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Back in San Francisco, work had been volunteering and it had been a couple of hours a week. In Darrow, Jack was actually picking up a pay-check and so he was putting in a few more hours. That afternoon finds him crouched down and shelving books, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hair styled into a loose pompadour. He's actually starting to put down roots here. Aside from embarrassing himself while he was helping to die Poison's hair, he's been making friends. He's been doing okay.

He's got his ear-buds in, listening to something loud and clattering.
He's in a pretty good mood.

Not bad, for a Saturday afternoon.