Dec 30, 2008 19:20
TO say Jack was unhappy about what he had heard would be an understatement. Another explosion -- another life lost -- and no way anyone could be sure it wouldn't happen again. No way for him to be sure his loved ones stayed safe.
Jack sent off some messages, and took his violin to a conference room and began to play. He had been learning some new music, and Bach segued into Tchaikovsky as Jack poured out the trouble in his soul.