Jack, rather than ignoring the floating objects had taken them, glancing suspiciously at them. He'd dealt with diaries and things not being what they seemed. He was annoyed that he couldn't find out what it was (if there was anything strange about the journal) and the key -- god, how long had it been since he lived anywhere but at the Hub?
A long time, that's what.
Lost in his thoughts, Jack was jarred out of them when a bloke ran smack into him. "Whoa, easy there," Jack said, giving him a once over. "Where are you heading in such a hurry?"