Well, this car was sure less impressive than the last one. Instead of the allure of random chance (and also food), it was just… full of heart, or some garbage like that. Ugh. Well, maybe somebody’d die in here, that’d liven it up. Or maybe that one lady’s lighter would catch some things it really wasn’t supposed to.
Orrrr maybe there was at least money?
Equally unimpressed with the small mythical creature running things, Jack stationed himself off to the side by one of the easier-to-reach letter piles. At a glance, one may have assumed he was clawing through it with abandon to find his own letter and get out… But if you actually watched him, he was clearly plucking out envelopes without even reading the faces. He swiftly slid a—letter opener? knife? please don’t let this guy have a knife—across the top so he could poke around inside. When that inevitably disappointed him, he crumpled the letter, chucked it in no particular direction, and picked up his next victim.
Anyone watching him that closely might notice a flickering on the back of his right hand from time to time…
