The Docks, Tuesday

[nofishinmypond]

Jack sighed and scuffed his toe in the slime on the Homer's deck. The boat had resurfaced, after it was sunk on Friday by the weight of the world that Jack carried around with him. The motor still ran, the weapons in the lockbox and beer in the minifridge were still all right, but the rest of the boat looked pretty nasty. And the deck chairs

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[wantstocheer]

"Please tell me that the phones are screwed up again and I got a voicemail from someone else that they're leaving," Claire said as she walked up to the dock.

[nofishinmypond]

Jack shrugged at her. "Do you really want me to tell you that, or would you like the truth? I mean, I'm okay with either way, if that's what you want."

[wantstocheer]

Claire sighed. "I was afraid of that. How come you're going back?"

[nofishinmypond]

"Well, I know this is hard to believe," Jack told her, "but I'm a very important man with a very important job to do. And... I sort of got bored of fishing."