It was a dark and gloomy night when Jack was going for a stroll. He reflected upon his previous week and had to admit, regretfully, that all had not worked out as he had planned. He had left a mess at the Jones' apartment in Brooklyn, not finished his duty at the Smiths' in New Jersey and to top it all off, he had let HIM run away in Las Vegas. Jack knew that letting HIM get away was a bad move but he thought that it was not as catastrophic as letting HER go with him. The love of his life and he let HER go with HIM.
"Damn my life! Why is it that I screw up so bleeding much?" Jack thought aloud
"Probably because you over-think things, my boy." Replied an unseen voice "You tend to be set a task and then try and work out all the kinks instead of going with the flow." The voice Continued
Jack froze on the spot. "Who are you and what do you want? I know you're not THE boss, I have spoken to THE boss already. And you are certainly not from the COMPANY or else I would probably be dead by now. Finally, you can't be the police or else they'd be more of you."
"Oh but there are more of us than just me lad. Just take a look around you" There were more voices this time.
Jack was starting to freak out. "Just relax Jack, this is just a dream. You have this dream all the time. It's the guilt, after all I must feel all the guilt of what I do". He said aloud, petrified.
"Well then boy; what is it that you do then?" Asked the unseen voices
"Well why don'y you just fuck off. I can't even bloddy see you!" Exclaimed Jack angrily.
"Well, actually you CAN see us. You are just too blind to see us."
"Screw you! I'm outta here!" Jack yelled whilst legging it through the tangled undergrowth
"Well I'm sure that we'll be seeing you again shortly." The voices yelled back at him.
