Jack was used to people poking around the Marrowbone house. It pissed Billy off and made Sam scared. Jane, ever the indifferent one, never seemed to care. But Jack liked to scare them away. He knew about the rumors, the weird glances that followed him whenever he went into town, the way everyone walked on eggshells around him. It made him feel like a freak, but at the same time, it made him feel good to know so many people were afraid of him. So, when he was outside by the woods and saw someone flitting around in the woods, he relished at the chance to scare them too. He stood by a tree and watched them. Except it wasn't a reckless teenage boy like it usually was. It was a girl. A pretty one. And she looked..Scared. She was holding a basket full of something he couldn't see. He stepped out from behind the tree, intending to sneak up on her. But he stepped on a stick, alerting the girl. She whipped around, and when she saw it was him, she recoiled as if she'd been hit. She turned and fled like a startled deer, dropping her basket in the process. Jack just stood there, head cocked to the side. He could hear Billy laughing.