With one week passing from his family's disappearance, Jack van Dyne was only seen at two precise locations- back on the roof of San Francisco or entering/leaving the family's laboratory. He continued pacing frantically around the quantum tunnel, desperate to find some form of explanation. The boy's look changing dramatically in the matter of 7 days. His face gaunt, as if in the chaos of what has occurred, he had forgotten to eat. And from what was an ideal style of blonde, sandy hair, was a ruffled chaotic mess. More strands of hair, clumping together creating more knots than the possible strands of hair left. Jack's clothes even looked old and more sluggish. His jean's torn from the creases above his knees. But he still clung onto his mother's over sized hoodie. The tender scent of Hope's perfume lingering onto the piece of clothing. This was only the start of processing his grief.

In the first few days, Jack didn't know what to do. He had searched for his mother everywhere, but this didn't impact her possible demise.

He had been crying for days until nothing was left inside. His eyes felt heavy and the remainder of his body slouched, crouched onto the floor. The constant silence around the city could be defined as beauty. But for Jack it wasn't. It had been torture. For all Jack heard, was the echoes of him crying in pain.

The acceptance that his family was gone forever, never leaving his thoughts, and this was too overwhelming for a thirteen-year-old boy. He was ready for them to get back to the lab. Or even the image of Scott enlarging back to his normal size. Those images were constantly replayed in his mind. Not in this reality. He hadn't experienced a nightmare like this. Ever.

And every so often. The boy would hear a voice. The day after he saw the beginning of the decimation, it began. But it just repeated the same words. "Trust me."

It started just twice a day, before repeated the phrase over and over. The van Dyne boy just shrugged it of as his imagination. The acts of isolation and loneliness. He knew he was alone, the moments of continuous sobbing. His tears often flooding the atmosphere around him with a puddle of sorrow. The boy couldn't take it any longer. He was losing himself. Loosing himself to the voice.

With the constant voice and his acts of sadness, Jack started to respond with stages of anger. Something always frustrated him. It was often regarding the various bits of technology that remained around the laboratory. He was eager to get his family back. And still he managed to scrape enough hope in his Grandfather's tech. Jack was sitting there thinking about why he never interested himself in the work of his family. He was just eager for their return. He was tempted to attempt to travel the Quantum Realm to find answers. Thinking often about his grandmother's survival in that abyss. But that was another risk.

Then it occurred.

A bright, glossy blue light flashed around the boy's hand. Lighting up the laboratory, before it vanished. But it didn't stop there, as it continued to repeat again and again. That's when Jack was able to here the voice again. This time, louder and more apparent, as if someone was on his shoulder. Instead of using the same quote as before though, the voices would alter their tunes with each different quotation. With new, frightening voices echoing in Jack's mind. The first voice sounded like a girl. However, her voice didn't carry the sweet tone of a young girl. It felt cold; more ice chilled.

"You were never good enough. You let them go. All of them."

Jack kept hearing this as repeated echoes around the lab, whilst he's eyes and head turned hectically. The second voice then starting to clash against the young girl. Only at this moment, it was the voice of an elderly man- with subtle traces of huskiness in his whispers. In contrast to the girl, however Jack's mind twisted and turned, as the man's voice was determined to show the frightened boy his strength and power.

"Let me guide you. Give in to us."
The blue lights flickered still. Getting gradually faster and faster. The boy now trusting himself into the crouched ball position among the floor, from the combined intensity of the voices and the ominous light. His hands were drawn over his ears, as he desperately tried to remove the voices. Jack could feel his eyes flooding with tears again, finding it unbearable. The pain he was experiencing, seemingly made the voices louder and louder. He didn't want to open his eyes. But with that thought, they swung open. What Jack saw, he couldn't, possibly explain again. More frustration flooded his thoughts.

There around the lab, a purple-blue mist swooped around. As if it was slithering about; a poisonous, parasite. It swallowed the infinite quantity of device, before it shone blue. Consuming everything in it's past. Just as the boy fell to the ground, he reached his hand forward to the table, drawing a vivid blue light, much like the one he witnessed before the voices came, Blue flames erupted around there. The heat reflected onto his face, as it shone with horror. The shock sent a reaction to his eyes as tears streamed. And from this, he tried to scuffle to his feet, trying not use his hands in desperate attempts to save himself. Once again, the shock overcame his fears. The lab lit up the same blue again as more flames flooded from Jack's body.

From the corner of his tears, he saw Ghost's Energy Chamber and knew it was the one way to stabilize himself from the transition