Oooookay. So. He'd never had a runner before. Jack watched Henry go and then flipped up his manipulator. Right time. Right place. Right dimension? Well, the read out was iffy. He'd lost track of Henry some time ago, visiting him as a kid and a teenager like everyone else. After that...well things got a little fuzzy.

It was that fuzziness that Jack was most interested in. He wasn't sure why. Not yet. But he would be. A purple and gold flare in the hall eventually swallowed him up and he left Henry alone for a few days.

Eventually, everyone had to leave their apartments. Jack would be waiting by the door to the building when Henry did.