[ Bewildered is a good word for all parties involved. Because the last thing that Jack remembers is the very last jump. Jump 12.
Jack knows how this goes--after all, he's been doing it for nearly a year now. Wake up, go to the showers, go to the lockers. Make sure everyone he cares about is still here. Scout out the new people. Get drunk. Not to mention the few things that simply never changed, like the number written on his arm.
But this time, things were different. Very different. This was not Jump 13, it was Jump 18. And the number on his arm no longer read 002, but 018. He's used to the Tranquility fucking with time--it's messed with him before. But it's never messed with the number on his arm. And it's perhaps that, more than anything else, tells him that something strange is going on here.
A feeling confirmed by the massive, bone crushing hug by the entire nation of Russia. But he can't help but be relieved as well--several jumps might have gone by, but he really is glad that his closest friend is still here to welcome him back. He gives Russia a grin. ]
Trust me, mate. If it were up t'me, I wouldn't be here.
Miss me, bro?
Jack knows how this goes--after all, he's been doing it for nearly a year now. Wake up, go to the showers, go to the lockers. Make sure everyone he cares about is still here. Scout out the new people. Get drunk. Not to mention the few things that simply never changed, like the number written on his arm.
But this time, things were different. Very different. This was not Jump 13, it was Jump 18. And the number on his arm no longer read 002, but 018. He's used to the Tranquility fucking with time--it's messed with him before. But it's never messed with the number on his arm. And it's perhaps that, more than anything else, tells him that something strange is going on here.
A feeling confirmed by the massive, bone crushing hug by the entire nation of Russia. But he can't help but be relieved as well--several jumps might have gone by, but he really is glad that his closest friend is still here to welcome him back. He gives Russia a grin. ]
Trust me, mate. If it were up t'me, I wouldn't be here.