The ship left, Jack secretly watching his home that he had known for his whole life, slowly, drift away. At that point he knew he couldn't go back. What was he doing? All for Celia? He'd only just met her! God, he felt so stupid, he didn't even bring any money for a journey back home. I guess he just thought that there wouldn't be need for a journey home, he would never go home…
Jack started to cry silently, wishing himself back to when he was just about to get on the ship, as he'd always done as a child. He stopped himself and took himself back home and told him about what would happen if he got on the ship, wishing so much that it would all be true. He opened his eyes expecting to see his fireplace, and a little to the left, his bed with Woofles sleeping, snoring slightly, his deep brown long fur rising and falling. When all he saw around him was crates of emergency supplies and on the floor right in front of him, his blanket, stitched up in tow places because of Woofles.
He was holding Woofles, asleep again his breathing in time with the gentle rocking of the ferry. He watched as silent tears fell onto Woofles, disturbing the discrete pattern of his fur. Woofles shifted slightly, then carried on sleeping as peacefully as can be. Jack wondered what he was dreaming about, and how his life could be so free of worry, and so simple. Until now. Jack wondered what he was going to do when he got of the ship, and why he hadn't thought of any of this before. His thinking was disturbed as there was a loud knock on the door, followed by two more even, louder. Jack's heart was racing he got down and lay on the ground, praying that the person wouldn't come in. His prayers had been rejected, as the door of the supplies room slowly creaked open.