<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">Jack Firewood: Jack's bedroom</div></span><br/><br/>Jack woke up quickly when he heard the Puppateer's voice over the speakers. He had wired it so he would hear what the puppeteer said no matter where he was saying it to. It took him a long time to figure out exactly how to do it and even now it wasn't perfect. The sound was crackly and would cut out often.<br/><br/>Sitting up he groaned. He was feeling stiff and sore all over. He had been up late into the night trying to plot a way to escape. Listening he heard the voice talk about a new guest.<br/><br/>Wondering if he heard that right he growled under his breathe. "Damn bastard, how many more of us are you going to take." He stuck up his middle finger at the camera and hoped the voice would see it.<br/><br/>He walked over to the bathroom and did his usual morning routine. After shaving, getting dressed and brushing his teeth he walked downstairs into the kitchen.  He huffed a good morning to the asian girl, he could never remember any one's name, and made himself a coffee. Tasting the black coffee go down his throat made waking up a bit easier.<br/><br/>He downed the rest of his drink and made another one before getting ready to go into the basement. He walked into the hallway and heard his brother speaking to someone in the living room. He looked into the doorway to hear a girl spewing questions at Jim and the blonde girl.  She didn't seamed pleased about being here, not that anyone would be.<br/><br/>He shook his head and went downstairs. He had more planning to do.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Jack: Basement</span></div>