You had been going through a particularly bad funk recently; you hadn't left your room for days. You couldn't even get out of bed most of the time. You felt a film over your entire body, and it drove you crazy. No one had dared to come and try to talk to you. That is, until you heard a heavy hand knock gently on your door. Your close friend, Laughing Jack, peered in. For the first time you'd ever seen, he wasn't smiling. "How you been, Treaty-pie?" he asked, his voice unusually gentle.