Being dragged up into the apartment again, Jack laid there motionless as the noose was taken from around his neck. Deep bruising in the rope’s pattern was around his neck as he laid there. Not moving. It took an average of five minutes tops to fully heal any wound. It had only been a few minutes, but there was no sign that he was alive or even about to come back. Nothing, nada, zilch.
He just laid there limp with his eyes open and staring off at the ceiling. Five minutes and still nothing. Maybe something had gone wrong, maybe he was wrong and he could die. Maybe he’d just accidentally killed himself. . .
Six minutes and still nothing to speak of. The second hand on the wall seemed slower than usual as the Pumpkin King just laid there, not moving, not speaking, not breathing with his neck still snapped and broken like a toy. Seven minutes and he probably wasn’t coming back.