~Flashback~
Day of incarceration.

"So Mr. Mcloughlin, it says you attempted suicide. Is that correct?"

"Sort of."

"Could you elaborate?"

"Yes. I wasn't quite in control of my body. I did attempt it, but it wasn't me, if you know what I mean."

Jack was sitting in a large white room. He was sitting at a table with his hands handcuffed behind his chair. There was a sweet looking woman asking him a series of questions about what happened on the night of October 31st.

"Do you know how long it's been since the accident?" She said, reading off another question.

"Yeah, it was last night." Jack said, twiddling his fingers.

The woman across from him turned her head slighty and furrowed her brows in confusion. She then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She opened her eyes and looked at him with a concerned smile. "I'm afraid that's incorrect, Mr. Mcloughlin. Could you try and guess again?"

"What do you mean it's wrong? It happened last night for sure!" He said standing up and leaning forward until his cuffs stopped him from moving farther. What is wrong with you? You never get this angry this quickly. The woman abruptly pushed her chair away and covered her face with her hands. "Please don't hurt me!" She screamed. "I'll do anything!"

Jack looked at her, confused. "I'm not trying to hurt you." He said as calmly as he could. "If it wasn't last night, could you tell me when it was?" He said slowly and sweetly, and the woman started to remove her hands from her face.

"It..it...it was..... two weeks ago." She stuttered.

"Two weeks!?!" He said forcefully, accidentally knocking over the table. You're breaking.

"Y-y-yes." She said, cowering back underneath the safety of her hands.

"What the hell have I been doing for two weeks? Who even are you?" He said staring down the woman for any clues.

"I'm not supposed to tell you." She whispered. Jack looked at her with the fiercest gaze he could muster. "W-well I g-guess I can tell you. You've been i-in our labs. N-now you're being moved to the Athlone Home for the M-Mentally Unstable."

"I'm fine." Jack hissed. He had never been this angry in his life. What has gotten into me?

The woman slowly backed away until she hit one of the walls in the room. Jack watched her every movement. She then reached her hand out and pressed small blue button near the door, which looked like it connected to the intercom. "Now." She said, quivering.

Suddenly a team of five men dressed in large black outfits walked in. Two of them took him by each arm, and the other three were very, very close behind. Jack was now dangling in mid air, helpless.

A sudden feeling of painless invincibility washed over Jack. So much, it wasn't Jack. The Irishman swung his legs sideways and caught the left guard right in the pants. The guard let go of his arm and he used his free hand to punch the guard to his right in the nose. Both hands were now free, so he looked back at the other three guards. He smiled, but it didn't feel like it was coming from him.

He ran at the middle guard, then quickly changed maneuvers and slipped under his legs. Having the advantage behind the guards, he kicked the middle ones legs in just the right place, making him fall to his knees. The other guards looked back at him, trying and failing to keep a straight expression.

They moved aside in seeming defeat and the Irish man walked out the door. But all too soon, he was accompanied by a black bag over his head, and a firm punch to knock him out.