Jack is alone. Today if you could lay your eyes on Jack Frost, you would see him at his lake, pencil and paper in hand. An old glass bottle at his side. an ordinary thing, quark in top. You might find one identical in the recycling bin behind ones house. Jack is writing. One of the things that gives him comfort in his lonely world. On the paper, he is writing a poem. And that poem goes a little like this:
You yell and scream,
till I want to hide,
But you can't brake me,
though you've tried.
I'm running from your tide,
Because I can't bide,
All you through,
I can't dodge your words
I can't say no,
So I'm alone,
even if its not known.
And if you read this,
I hope you see,
Do not miss,
I speak from the heart,
So stand by me,
Please... don't part.
After he is finished, he rolls up the piece of paper and slips is into the ice blue bottle sitting next to him. He then quarks the bottle and uses it to break a small hole in the ice. Jack then drops the bottle into his with a little splash, the bottle disappears into the murky depths
