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The Doctor will show up next chapter. For those who have read Revenge of the Priest, this should have some answers for certain things concerning Jack.

Enjoy!

Jack flew through the sky, wondering where he should go. He finally decided that he would be best off going to Jamie's house.

When Jamie was in the sixth grade, he was assigned a homework project where he, with the help of his parents, had to create a family tree. It was assigned just before Christmas break, so Jack was around to watch.

Jack smiled at the memory of Jamie rushing to Jack who was playing with the other kids.

"Jack!" Jamie shouted, holding his family photo book high in the air.

"Hey Jamie! Did you finish your photoalbum?" Jack asked, ruffling the boy's hair.

"Yes, but look what I found," he said opening the album to a bookmarked page.

The page had photos of a couple of paintings, all having a girl with brown hair and Jamie's face. One painting had the girl and a woman both sitting in wooden chairs and an older boy standing behind them. The girl looked to be around eight or nine.

Jack stared at the older boy, he had his hand on the sitting woman's shoulder and the other on the girl's. It would seem almost regal if it weren't for the boy's crooked smile, Jack's smile.

"Is this what I think it is?" Jack asked, pointing at the picture.

"My mother said that she," Jamie said, pointing to the young girl,"is my great great great great great great great grandmother. Her maiden name was Mary Overland. Mom said that she and her family were one of the first colonists in Burgess."

"That's my sister," Jack said.

"Well, I figured that, since he," he pointed to the boy, "looks just like you. It has to be. Mom said that he died really young, saving his sister's life. You're a hero at my house. My grandmother would always us the story of 'Brave Jack.'"

"Oh, that's not me then. Nightlight's the brave one," Jack said, "Show me more of our family."

Ever since then, Jack loved to look at Jamie's book, especially at Jack's family portrait. He vaugly remembered posing for it, standing still and trying not to goof off. He also remembered that someone, he couldn't remember who, had paid for it because they didn't have the money to pay for it themselves. It was finished only a week before he fell.

Jack shook his head at the distant memory and focused on the present. Finally, the wind brought him to Burgess. He flew though the familiar streets to Jamie's house. He found Sophie playing in the back yard with their dog.

"Hi, Jack!" the five year old exclaimed when Jack landed on the fence above her.

"Hey there, Sophie. Where's Jamie?" Jack asked, jumping down to the ground.

"Inside. He got in trouble again," Sophie said, pointing at the house.

"Alright, thank you Sophie," Jack said, flying up to Jamie's bedroom window.

He looked in and saw the boy at his desk, drawing in the sketchbook that Jack had given him for Christmas one year. It was magic and had an infinite amount of pages.

Jack tapped the window and Jamie's head shot up. He smiled when he saw Jack. Jamie walked over and opened the window.

"Hey Jack. What are you doing here?" Jamie asked as Jack entered the room.

"Do I have to have a reason to visit my favorite believer?" Jack asked, mocking being offended. Jamie laughed as he shut the window.

"Alright, what are you up to?" Jamie asked folding his arms.

"Fine, you got me. Something happened today, with Nightlight, and it scared me," Jack confessed seriously, putting his staff against the wall and sitting in Jamie's chair.

"With Nightlight? Tell me what happened," Jamie said, sitting on his bed.

"Well, everything was fine at first. We were having a Guardian meeting and I mentioned the dreams I've been having lately, with the castles and the village. Then Nightlight runs out. Being his brother I followed him. I didn't expect to see what I saw," Jack said.

"What did you see?" Jamie pressed.

"He was crying, Jamie. My tough twin brother was crying. Not just crying, bawling. He said that it was all his fault and that I've been living my whole life in ignorance. I think he knows something about my still-missing memories."

"Why didn't you ask him?"

"He was also saying how Manny forbade him from even mentioning anything to me."

"So you ran away," Jamie said.

"Well, when you put it like that, you make it seem bad. I'm suppose to be on vacation anyways," Jack said.

"So you came here to look at the book again?" Jamie asked. The older boy nodded. Jamie went over to his bookcase and pulled the album out.

Jack flipped to his family's page, noticing that Jamie had added drawings of Jack.

"Wow, you're getting good, kid," Jack said, astounded by the realistic drawing.

"Oh, yeah. I did that last time I got grounded," Jamie said, looking over to the drawing.

"Speaking of which, Sophie said you got in trouble again," Jack said, looking up at the boy.

"Some kid made fun of me for drawing you in art class. We were assigned to draw our favorite relative. So when he made fun of me, I punched the kid's face in," Jamie said, rubbing his knuckles.

"Wow, good job! Oh wait, I'm supposed to be responsible. Bad, Jamie. Bad," Jack said, making Jamie laugh.

Just then, Jamie's mom came in with a plate of food.

"Here's lunch. Who were you talking to?" she asked.

"Same person as always, Jack Frost," Jamie stated, taking the plate out of her hands. The woman groaned.

"You really need to stop this Jamie. There is no such thing as Jack Frost," she said.

"There is too. You just keep refusing to believe," Jamie said, frowning at his mother. The woman left, closing the door.

"She and Dad have been talking about getting me a physiologist," Jamie admitted.

"North's been talking about getting me one too, sending me to Santoff Clausen," Jack said.

"Why would you need a doctor? You seem pretty sane to me," Jamie said, cocking his head.

"Being alone as long as I have would've driven any person crazy-"

"But you're not just any other person," the boy pointed out. Jack laughed softly.

"True, but still, 300 hundred years is a long time. North is sure that if I don't get help now, I might snap," Jack said. He demonstrated by taking a pencil off the desk and snapping it in half.

"But you wouldn't hurt anyone though, right?"

"Hard to say for sure. Maybe North's right, maybe all I need is a good Doctor."

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