/shakes fist at your panic
[ perhaps you'll find out shortly. there's really not much change in expression as he absorbs the information she's giving. it's strange, not having them around, almost unacceptable. but he considers his own sudden appearance here and decides to let it slide. it doesn't seem to be something any of them have control over. and his own fate was something he lost control over hundreds of years ago. ]
Jack is in the kitch-
[ that sentence will never finish, however, because it is that precise moment that somehow, out of nowhere, a rather large chunk of cake comes flying and hits glen square on the side of the face.