With the iron cast sky looking like it's about to spit something nasty down on the town, finding some escapism in the shops had seemed like a good idea when he first set out. But now that he's here, even the simplest decision feels on the paralyzing side, like being tested for an exam without knowing the material. What's the right answer to pass?

He looks up into the eyes of the store employee behind the counter and gives a small, sheepish upturn of lips as an apology for the obvious loitering. "Uh, no. Sorry, I just... I mean, I'm just trying to see if anything jumps out at me."

That still sounds weird, doesn't it? Most people have so far been understanding about the ball of tangled yarn that is his head, but Jack hastens to clarify.

"I have this feeling like I should recognize all of this, but I don't. They said I cracked my head pretty good at the hospital." Hence the world record attempt at blank staring.