Days passed and years followed. Jack learned more about the world during his travels and soon he knew when best to leave certain places and where to go to keep cool when spring took a firm hold of the towns and landscapes he had before graced with his presence and the snow flurries and frozen waters.
He had seen many things, some wondrous, some horrible. He had watched generations of children playing gleefully in the snow. He had witnessed wars and flown over vast and later silent battlefields.
More than once had he covered the fallen soldiers under a thick blanket of snow, simply because he could not bear to look at their broken bodies.