<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">Jack-Basement</div></span><br/><br/>Jack watched as the two girls left and shook his head. These girls here were mental, then again, the same probably could be said about anyone in this house.  He knew he was constantly fighting to keep his own sanity. Though looking at his desk, it didn't look like it was working so well.  He used to be very organized, back before he was brought into the house.<br/><br/>Jack's mind wandered off into the past. Thinking about his own girl. He had sent letters every week for the first couple of years, giving up after never once recieving a letter back from him.  She was beautiful. Curly brown hair and bright hazel green eyes. She was calm and sweet and was the only one able to calm Jack down after a hard day.<br/><br/>Jack's vision was getting blurry. He growled and wiped his eyes. He hadn't thought about Maria in years. "I've been in this damn place too long." He said outloud to himself before walking up the stairs. Whether he meant the house or the basement, even he didn't know. Both, either, what did it even matter.<br/><br/>Jack walked through the hallway and into the living room. He felt the coffee pot. It was cold. He dumped it and got it ready for a new pot. The blonde must really have been out of it. He hadn't seen the pot go cold in months. He shrugged and decided he would sit down in the living room for a bit. He grabbed his newly made coffee and walked into the living room.<br/><br/>He smiled as he saw Jim rubbing his nose. "You looked stressed brother. Why not take a vacation?" He laughed as he sat down.   "Go to Cuba or something. I hear it's nice around this time of year." For some reason this made him laugh like he hadn't laughed in years. Maybe he was losing it.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Jack-Living Room</span></div>