Sweet savory sunsets had given way to a daunting blue night, Jacket arrived home to Miami. With his years of sporadic violence nearly behind him, Jack couldn’t help but return. Maybe he was trying to make amends somehow, but whatever it was he couldn’t put his tongue on it. He was just... tired.
A beeping echoed from the car that had replaced his prized DeLorean. The drive from wherever he came from (didn’t really matter) depleted the gas reserves, and he had left this problem unsolved for twenty minutes or so before he found a nice gas station with a secluded lot.
As he waited patiently for his tank to fill up, a quick shuffling could be heard from across the street. It was a city, sure, and it was pretty common for people to take a stroll in the veiling night, but curiosity edged him to lift his head up.
That’s when he saw it. A figure like before. Though not completely decipherable at the distance, it was fair to tell it was a woman donned with the head of a horse. The flash of a passing car’s headlights lit up the red splattered on her clothes for a mere second, gluing jacket’s gaze to her.