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He's kind of at a loose end. Mom and Dad are away through the end of the week, Bex is out of town and he's got no ideas for any writing or drawing. So pretty much all that's left is sulking. Jack flops back on the sofa, his feet up on the coffee table and idly flicks through a few channels, looking for a movie. He's uncharacteristically full of discontent.

"Yo!" He calls. "Jillie?"