"I can see that preparations have already begun."

       "I'm sure you have been up into quite the hype resulting around the past few days, or day as of recent."

It seemed like that Pumpkin King always found a way to make the pirate smile and completely disarm his armor. “And you means the world to me, Jack. We need to talk, come over, lad.”

   There was something comforting about the night, something familiar; maybe it was the fact that even Christoph had to give up the booze and fall asleep at such an ungodly hour, or maybe because the darkness hid a lot of the things she was forced to face in the daylight. Either way, at night Morgan was happy, or at least believed she was; lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling with the Smiths singing from headphones bigger than her head, she needed nothing more. Well, maybe she needed somebody — but she would never admit it to herself.    Oblivious to the world, it took a few minutes for her to realize that someone – no, something – was tapping at her window. At first she thought it had just started to rain; but since when did it rain rocks? Morgan frowned, lazily getting up to check out of the window, and frowning even more when she spotted a familiar silhouette down beside her porch. “Jack?!”, she whispered, leaning over the window. “What the hell are you doing there?!”.