<div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">"Well, I... I'm pretty bored, I guess," Tom replied, too busy being miserable to register who was talking. Either way, he sure was not saying that the real reason he wanted to hunt monsters was because a constable had caught him stealing. From the kitchen, no less, not even something that valuable. Besides, he didn't want to be a monster hunter with just anyone. This Jack he had met last night clearly had a connection with him. It was meant to be. And what had Tom done? He had let that golden chance of a beautiful friendship slip between his fingers to roll around in the hay with a complete stranger. <span style="font-style: italic">Real clever of you, Thomas, just like everything else you do.</span><br/><br/>"Jack! Jaaaaack!" A shrill voice cut through the air, and Tom looked up just in time to see a very pretty girl throw herself around the stranger's neck, blonde hair flying from underneath the scarf she was wearing on her head. A basket full of carrots lay abandoned on the ground a little behind her. A passing horse was having a very pleasant day all of a sudden; the man riding it was not.<br/><br/>"I've been looking all over for you for a week, Jack," she whimpered, still looking like she was trying to climb him. "You said you'd been by, but Mother didn't say anything, so she must have sent you away without a word, oh, Jack, she's standing in the way of our love, but it's meant to be, it's meant to be, Jack!"<br/><br/>Tom got up from his slumped position on the bench. The man who had denied who he was earlier really was Jack? He stared at him in disbelief. The girl was still sobbing and clawing at Jack's shirt, and people in the street were turning to look at the scene.</div></div>