<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Hearth<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot of the School<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Michael, Elizabeth, Billy, Open<br/><br/>Everybody knew Jack in the bike armor; every morning, he came in wearing the stuff, and stowed it all away in his locker. Normal clothes underneath it all, like always.  Hell, even the absent school officers always knew at a glance that it was him, and while they were the ones whose job it was to worry, they never did. They were just glad that at least one student takes his safety seriously when it comes to driving anything.<br/><br/>But, that's neither here nor there. The present. He hadn't even had the time to get out of his gear when Michael went, and caused a ruckus. He saw it, and heard it, but before he could break it up, it seemed to dissolve on its own. He found it difficult to believe what Michael had said, but the kid did have an odd knack for things, and today really felt surreal already; his commute to school had been too damned quiet. Where had everybody been, in their cars, heading off to work? He'd seen barely a soul...<br/><br/>He followed the few others out into the parking lot; perhaps coincidentally, or maybe some subtle twist of destiny, his bike was right out near to where Michael was going.  And that's where Jack went, helmet held in his left hand. He lingered around his bike, and watched the others; and also, their surroundings.<br/><br/>Though typically not one for conversation, the biker found himself speaking up.<strong> "They'll probably slip into a coma, and just dream. That makes sense, from a biological standpoint." </strong>His words directed to Elizabeth, not out of any desire to soothe her worries, but simply because that's how he saw it.<br/><br/><strong>"Meanwhile, I'm thinking hanging around here too long would be a bad idea. Who knows when the crowd will come back, looking for someone to lynch. Seriously, this whole thing could go Salem Witch Trial's pretty fast, Mike." </strong>