[ The last few days had been exhausting for Jack. Even when he didn't know who he was or what he did he was running off and getting into trouble. Now that he was back home, he practically collapsed on the old beaten up sofa in the lounge area, splayed horrendously ungraciously with one foot on the floor and one kicked up on the low back of the furniture with an arm over his eyes. He let out a groan for anyone who might have been there and listening. ]

Next time I lose my mind, someone please handcuff me to something so I don't wander off. At least then I can pretend I'm having fun.