Jack looked at Dradel in confusion until it disappeared. His arm dropped slightly once it was free, he grabbed it with his left arm, then rotated his hand and moved his fingers about. Jack had no idea what the hell just happened, but he liked how he felt when he had all that power. Jack felt his forehead with his left hand and quickly realized that his long hair had not gone away. He looked at his bangs, which now hung before his eyes, and it was black again. Jack took off his sunglasses and looked up in the sky. After a minute of staring, he looked down, picked his bandanna up, then placed it into his right pocket. Jack was somewhat happy when he felt his cigarettes in his pocket, he thought he had forgotten to bring them. He pulled out the pack, got out his lighter, took out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. He lit the flame on the lighter and a small blue and red flame danced wildly to life. He lit the cigarette while inhaling, held the breath a moment, then blew it out. 'Whatever that thing was... it was right. I have nothing left to lose... All I have now is the mission, after that I won't have anything.' Jack looked down and saw his shotgun, which he promptly bent over to pick up. Jack was halfway back up when he remembered what he had said.<br/><br/>"God help us, because nothing else living will..."<br/><br/>Jack stood up and slung his shotgun over his back. 'Could this be God's plan or something?' He thought, 'Is God truly helping me? I can't explain it any other way, none of what happened should have happened...' Jack looked over towards Jeice to see how he was holding up, he thought he may have some explaining to do.