After having traveled all throughout Europe from Edinburgh to France to Spain for a little singer he’d met as a child, whom he’d fallen in love with despite the three rules, one being to never fall in love because of his cuckoo clock heart, here Jack was in your dressing room. There you were after years of searching. Jack was hiding behind a headless mannequin while you were tidying up your appearance in the mirror. He had no idea how to approach after sneaking into your tiny room.