Misty's Spirit House.
Jack didn't pass up the chance to be alone with his wife, volunteering to carry all the odds and ends and to redecorate the whole room with Misty.
"I know this, hang it above the cabinet to catch the power of the wind..."
Jack's voice was emitted through a homemade vocal device attached to his throat, though it still differed from his original voice, it at least allowed communication.
Someone might ask, why not just send a message?
Of course, this feels more lively. It feels odd sending messages face-to-face—Lille taught that.
Misty set up the decorations, sat in her usual spot, propping her chin with both hands, her lips slightly curled upward, watching Jack, this big guy, carefully placing things up high.
To say the past two years were easy would be lying, it was impossible not to worry about Jack, especially seeing him change day by day into something...less human.
