Ah, he has talked me up, has he? Lovely little ducky, Jack, if not a bit worrisome at the best of times, a lot worrisome at the worst of them. How do you know him, then? You go to school with him? Oh, right, right, he's closer my age now, so what, you work with him? What's he do now? Still working at that bar, is he?
Outside my flat, where I thought Jack was, but apparently not, right? So, the village in New York without trousers. Just my luck.