Jack in a act of energy suddenly burst up from bed, tearing off every picture of Signe he had on the walls along with her makeup and clothes from his dresser before stuffing it all into the trash. Along with the peach colored bed sheets and pillow cases he also tossed out her shampoo, no sign of Signe remained any where but in the now full trash bag sitting on the curb ready to be taken. With a smile on his face jack walks back inside and to his room, changing the sheets to a dark green and putting back up his old movie and band posters. Still a bit heart broken jack lays in his bed, starring at the ceiling. 'just dial the number.' he thought long and hard to himself. Gaining enough courage to stumble across the room to the napkin with the number and his phone. As he picks up his phone he realizes there thousands of pictures of her on his phone, sitting back down he deletes every picture with seeming venom in his eyes. No trace of her remained on his phone and computer, by three AM the Irish boy falls asleep, content in his own cuckoo of blankets. By the next night he has already made a planet coaster video and happy wheels and now exhausted, jack throws himself on the couch once more, noticing the seemingly cursed number on the coffee table. 'just do it you pussy.' said the voice in his head. Jack slowly unlocked his phone and punched the number into his phone, hesitating on the green call button.