The offcer handed Jack the glass eye and then Jack’s world went blank. When he returned to consciousness the room was empty.
“Where did all the officers go?” Jack wondered.
He heard approaching footsteps and saw his grandfather walking down the hall carrying a small box.
“What in the..?!” Jack’s exclimation was drowned by the sound of shattering glass. Three men dressed in black in a fashion remarkably similar to the Ku Klux Klan came racing
into the room. Before Jack Winston the First could react one of them took his box.
“Hey what do you think you’re doing?” bellowed Jack the Third.He lunged himself at his grandfather’s assailants. One of the men made a strange series of sounds possibly a language, but not one Jack III had ever heard. Then his Grandfather appeared to fall apart at the seams. Each scarred segment of his skin dropped to the ground. Then the hooded man holding the box turned to face Jack the Third, and once again Jack’s world went blank.