Jack was in for a long wait. Henry didn't leave his apartment unless he absolutely had to, and left the building even less often. His landlord was being nice and not charging him rent for a few months. But even though he knew he had to start getting back to some form of work, he just couldn't manage it.

As his finances were dwindling, his grocery trips were few and far between, and mostly consisted of ramen. But he'd done that before, and he really didn't need to eat all that often. It was fine.

So it was nearly a week later that he finally left the building. He instantly wished he used the fire escape when he saw that man again. He had convinced himself he was being paranoid, but here he was again.

He tried to hold his ground this time. He had a small fold-out knife in his pocket- it wasn't much but he never left the apartment without it. "What do you want?" he asked, suspicion in his eyes. He couldn't very well ask 'why do your eyes look dead?', now could he?