Okay, Jack looked on as George stripped off his shirt. He was glad he worked out.
He looked back at the body and grimaced. It was a mess, and no-one deserved that. Shannon or Charlie.
Well he always wondered if there really was something on the other side. Something he might never get to see. He walked through the blood and tried to do what he had seen George just do. He touched the ribcage. It was still warm. He noticed the deep scores in the bone. It had been sharp, claw like.
Then he jumped back as Shannon jumped up from the mess. She was screaming and thrashing.
"Shannon... Shannon, listen to me... I'm right here, you aren't alone." He reached out to see if he could touch her. He could. He was able to process that this... spirit... looked like Shannon. He placed an arm around her shoulder, despite the flailing limbs, and pulled her against his side, cradling her as she seemed to realize this wasn't an attack.
She was shaking and sobbing against his shoulder. He was guiding her out of the closet, trying to get her away from the mess. She didn't need to see that.
"George, you're with me. I need some instructions here." Jack didn't care that he looked like he... or George, was holding air. He left sticky red footprints as he guided Shannon away from the sight of the attack.
"It was so dark. It was dark." Shannon hiccuped. How come a spirit hiccuped? No diaphragm anymore. "Something hurt." She moved her head to look at her arms, down her body. "I thought I was being sliced apart. Oh, God... I thought I was dying."
[Jack]
He looked back at the body and grimaced. It was a mess, and no-one deserved that. Shannon or Charlie.
Well he always wondered if there really was something on the other side. Something he might never get to see. He walked through the blood and tried to do what he had seen George just do. He touched the ribcage. It was still warm. He noticed the deep scores in the bone. It had been sharp, claw like.
Then he jumped back as Shannon jumped up from the mess. She was screaming and thrashing.
"Shannon... Shannon, listen to me... I'm right here, you aren't alone." He reached out to see if he could touch her. He could. He was able to process that this... spirit... looked like Shannon. He placed an arm around her shoulder, despite the flailing limbs, and pulled her against his side, cradling her as she seemed to realize this wasn't an attack.
She was shaking and sobbing against his shoulder. He was guiding her out of the closet, trying to get her away from the mess. She didn't need to see that.
"George, you're with me. I need some instructions here." Jack didn't care that he looked like he... or George, was holding air. He left sticky red footprints as he guided Shannon away from the sight of the attack.
"It was so dark. It was dark." Shannon hiccuped. How come a spirit hiccuped? No diaphragm anymore. "Something hurt." She moved her head to look at her arms, down her body. "I thought I was being sliced apart. Oh, God... I thought I was dying."