Who: Jack and Juno Where: Juno's Room When: Shortly after his post on the network
Jack was trying not to think too hard, which usually wasn't too difficult. That likely had more to do with the fact that, more often than not, he had a few shots or beers under his belt, but right now he wasn't even considering the stash he had in his mini fridge. The mini fridge that probably hadn't been there a day ago. The bottles inside which probably weren't even the same ones he'd thrown in there. The picture wall, Izzy's t-shirt, his phone, all in the same positions or settings he'd left them on the last time he'd been in this room. He'd been doing his best not to look at anything too closely, because he wasn't sure if he was ready to find hidden hints that he really had been gone as long as everyone was saying he was. He'd nearly choked on air when he saw the few empty spaces on the wall where three picture frames had been, until he remembered he'd given them to Oliver days ago. Weeks ago, now.
He felt like he was floating as he headed for the door, or like he might wake up again, and this time it would be to some scary, unknown place with robots trying to anal probe him. He might have laughed if the reality of his chances weren't so frightening. After all, wasn't that basically what had happened to poor Reg?
He did feel relieved when he opened the door to find that he really was in the same room as before, and that Juno was still right next door. He let his forehead drop onto the door's surface, trying to hold onto that relief, even as his nerves prickled, and backed up enough so that he wouldn't tumble in if Juju mistook that for his actual knock, which he presented a second later. Despite the fact that it still felt like he'd only seen her yesterday, the reality that it had been almost two weeks wracked up his nerves. What the hell had he missed? If Juno wasn't alright he knew Cecilia would have mentioned something, or at least alluded to something, right?