1.)

(Jack gets home from his evening's doings, key in hand.)

2.)

(Jack stands before the refrigerator, reading a note that had been attached with magnets, apparently from Darren.)

LETTER: We’re all out at the club, dogg.

REFRIGERATOR ALPHABET MAGNETS: M YO EAT ICK

3.)

(Jack tosses back some blood that was chillin' in a wine bottle while he continues to read the Epistle of Darryne.)

LETTER: I figured we were good on clown attacks now, so you’ll be alright by yourself.

4.)

(Darren's note continues in papers floating over the scene of him elsewhere - probably Rafflesia - talking to some goth girls. They are not conventionally attractive but have lots of stylez. He looks pretty chill, and a "Minchin Lives" poster looks on cheerfully.)

LETTER: It’s about time I found some fly honeys to mack on. So peace out, call if you see a clown I guess.

5.)

(Back in the apartment, Jack finishes his tasty beverage and the letter.)

LETTER: And don’t drink the leftovers in the fridge I’m saving that.

6.)

(Shower time! Angsty naked Jack tries to wash away confusing emotions.)

JACK: UUUGGGGHHHHH

7.)

(Still shirtless on the couch thereafter, Jack has a towel draped over his hair and an expression lost in thought.)

JACK: Everything is too weird.

8.)

(He clenches his eyes, a phantom of the CatCat spirit grinning from his chest. A memory or an expression of its presence?)

JACK: So weird...

9.)

(Checking his phone, he looks at his schedule for upcoming days. The list of days is also a list of men, including at least one day with both a Chris Beksinski visit and some Karl.)

JACK: *SIGH* At least I’ve always got something to do...

10.)

(Jack steps out onto the balcony shirtless. Is he in his underwear? He must chill in the city lights.)

11.)

(He looks upon that artificial glow.)

12.)

(Jack is blank.)

13.)

(Something makes a *KRAK* noise and a hole is ripped in the side of Jack's neck. He looks surprised. He's going to need more blood.)