Jack sauntered down the stairs, in a fairly good mood. He thought that nothing much could bring him down today. He'd cleared out the asylum of all the useless riff raff, and there weren't dozens of bodies laying around this time. He'd been really creative about it. He was quite proud of himself.
Plus the blessed silence.
When he opened the door, he was a little surprised at who he saw. These two should have had their own keys to the place. He supposed he couldn't ask for everything in henchmen, though.
"Well, boys. Do come in. I haven't seen you in ages!" He still couldn't quite remember what he'd sent them off for. His brain had been recovering from being a zombie then. It could have been anything.