He closed the locket, and slipped it back into his pocket. "That's a pretty dick move," He commented, casually, as he saw Dave pocket the pen. He then went over to see what was actually in the book, getting there right after the howl. It sent a shudder down his spine, made his flesh prickle with goosebumps.<br/><br/>He looks over the names... "Seems like an entire family came through... well, whatever, keep the pen. I'm like a cat, you know, nine lives and all..." he chuckled a bit at his own joke. Where Dave fidgeted, the joking and chuckling were Jack's thing; an indicator that he was ill at ease, and trying to get back there.<br/><br/>He looked around the room again, at its contents, but decided not to risk anything right now. Nothing fascinated him enough, and if the reputation of this place hadn't put him into the cautious state, that eery sound did.<br/><br/>He considers where the chill came from, and shies away towards the other door; the 'right' one. Hopefully, it would be that in more ways than one... "You gonna stay here, or are we gonna hang together?"