Jack was making an educated response to Doce's remarks when she mentioned the voice in his head.  At which point it all went out the proverbial window.<br/><br/>"She has a point, where do you fit into all of this?"  Jack said to himself.<br/>"What do you mean by that?"  Jack's voice responded.<br/>"Well, for starters, I created you.  You, my good friend, are a figment of my imagination.  They literally sucked the idea of you out of my head and handed it to me for this game."<br/>"Well, I could still be a figment of your imagination, if Doce's drug theory is correct.  In which case everyone here is.  But I could also be some kind of narrator program that they just simply put my voice over."<br/>"True," Jack said to himself, "but if we use my magic explanation, then that means that they literally turned me into a schizophrenic, which raises a handful of questions.  Firstly, will you go away once I leave the game."<br/>"Secondly, and this I just realized," Jack now turning back to the group, not realizing that he had been talking out loud.  "What condition are our bodies in right now?  Are we just sitting on the floor, drooling?  Is time even passing at all outside of here?  Or, he'll, if we want to get really out there, are we in our real bodies, but have been teleported to some alternate reality?  Because for me, I didn't even think about anything before I crushed that orb.  I had been standing in my living room, just after getting home from school.  I figured, what the hell, at worst, it doesn't work.  If time is passing regularly, then that means that my family came home to see me unconscious or maybe even hallucinating.  For all I know I'm currently strapped to some bed in a psyche ward somewhere.  And heck, maybe the rest of you guys are as well."<br/><br/><br/>Jack was now thoroughly annoyed, and his head was starting to spin at full steam, thoughts firing off at breakneck speeds, and all the different ideas smashing together like trains.  As the thoughts started flying off to who knows where, Jack leaned up against the wall right next to Docs and slid down on too his butt.<br/>"Hey, dude," Jack's voice cut into Jack's thoughts, "I don't know how your doing it but keep it up.  You're thinking so hard that you've made a full charge of magic.  Don't ask me how that works."<br/>All Jack could do in response was let out a small burst of manic laughter.<br/>"And I'm one to talk about not taking the game seriously.  I'm such a hypocrite."