He woke up to the noise of his rage filled yell ringing in his ears. As he got up from the ground, it slowly drifted away. Jack got on his feet and looked around the room he was in, free to move around now.
Jack started to move to the stairwell at the end of the corridor. “We’re going to the third floor, right? That’s where the director’s office is.”
They arrived at their old home a few blocks later. It was empty and dark, standing over them, broken windows never to be repaired. Travis stood before it, next to Rose.
Travis and Rose walked on the sidewalk, passing abandoned buildings. She thought they would get used to the sight, but looking at the state of Ashland never failed to make her feel depressed. Most of the buildings she recognized, and the memories of her walking past them on a sunny summer day failed to cheer her up.
There was loud banging at his door. Jack struggled in the hands of sleep. The banging continued as the door splintered. He rolled over to his side, brushing off the noise.
There was a loud knocking at his door. Jack woke up to them, bolting up on his bed. He turned around, facing the noise, and got out the bed. Travis was waiting in the hallway when Jack opened the door.
For reasons Jack couldn’t comprehend, the priest he had met in the hallway followed him back to the door. He kept speaking prophecies being fulfilled, and other stuff Jack couldn’t quite understand. Jack tried his best to ignore him.