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Jack is perched anxiously on a chair, rocking it back on two legs, one hand holding the edge of the table, the other fiddling awkwardly in spare fabric.

And also watching the door.

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"Well okay."

He heads upstairs, leading the way.

Opening the door, he has to push against some of the empty bottles to get in.

It's mainly littered with beer bottles and the occasional pair of underpants, and smells strongly of cigarette smoke. The only personal item in the room is a small iconograph of his family, unframed, on a bedside locker.

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Jack laughs, and steps back.

"I'll go get a basket for the bottles and litter."

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"Yeah, good idea."

He waits until Jack has gone out of the room, then starts digging frantically under the bottles.

A couple of minutes later, he has the magazines and unusual vibrating objects safely hidden under the mattress.

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...heh. Oh, Johnny.


Unaware of this, Jack returns with a suitably sized box.

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He knows there's a missing sheet of nudes somewhere, but no more time for searching.

"Nice box." he says, piling a load of beer bottles into it.

"Sorry about the smell, I'll open a window."