Vinzent Mayer
āā¦Isnāt everything something with the train?ā Which train? Both trains? This wouldāve been confusing if Jack had remembered two of them were in the picture right now.
Instead, he continued to rummage, then grunted and pushed the box away. āEither I managed to pick the one-of-a-kind āold junkā box, or somebody really needs to invest in some Rust-B-Gone.ā
He looked out at the rest of the basement idly before suddenly tensing, his eyes focusing intently on a spot to his left. After a second, he blinked, tentatively rubbed his eyes, and groaned. He scooted over to some other box without comment.
It wouldnāt be clear to an onlooker exactly what heād been looking at, sinceā¦ nothing was over there except more wall. Whatever, this was fine and normal.
