Jack had been cooped up in his room all day all day. A small lamp illuminated most of the room with a dim light, just enough to see everything on the table and the area around it.

There was a little creative clutter on the table: test tubes in a rack, beakers, and other labware. It all fit perfectly into the suitcase Griffin had brought with him to the Inn. The modest luggage matched the modest decor of the room.

The man sat at his desk, hovering over a notebook filled with formulas and notes that would bring him closer to regaining his body's visibility, but in the meantime he wore an uncomfortable face bandage and sunglasses, constantly catching the incredulous glances of visitors and inn employees.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Jack quickly turned to the door, checking his disguise.

"What do you want?!"

He said loudly, annoyed at the late visit of the unknown person at the door.