Jack whooped loudly as the crisp, clear, cold air whipped every which way around him, supporting him in his over the top stunts. It was his last chance to spread as much snow and ice as he pleased before spring would set in and he wasn't holding back for anyone -not even Bunny- and it showed. Thick blankets of snow wrapped cars and buildings snuggly in their icy grasps, long crystals hung from any ledge they found themselves on, casting elegant shimmery light over the fluffy white beneath them. Jack grinned as one fell from a roof and scared the daylights out of a little boy who promptly giggled.
Since the battle with Pitch, Jack was slowly easing into having people he could go to, somewhere to go at night, something to do in his free time. It was the rapid drop from the sky that made him stop flying and land in a large pile of the snow he had created. Dizziness and a headache made themselves known. He didn't even stop to consider how strange it would be for an immortal to become ill before diving straight up in the air...and continuing exactly what he was doing. He covered everything he could see until it became too dark to possibly see what he was doing before relenting and asking the strangely weak wind to take him to North.
It took a few hours and more than a few falls as an exhausted Jack stumbled into the workshop, Head clutched in one hand, eyes squeezed shut as he relied on memory to take him to North's office.
He didn't make it two whole feet before everything went black and he felt the ground smack him hard in the face.