I sincerely hope that you would read to the end of this short chapter. It wouldn't take long.

I had to keep reminding myself: I came to look for Jamie, stick to the purpose; don't be daunted. But how could I not?

This awkward feeling was new: I kept hiding from early-riser-people for I knew they would see this albino with really bad knees and a hanging-in-the-air habit. Sparrows were lining up on the weak branches, a pile of snow fell to the snow-covered earth. More people were coming out of their houses to start the engines before finishing breakfasts. It really was cold for them.

I waited for Jamie to come out.

In the meantime, I thought about school: I chose not to study in the U.S. though it was probably one of the places I knew best. I should have just put this bluntly—humans would probably choose to live in a place they know, where they wouldn't feel different or outside. They want to show the other person their best appearance—no matter who that person might be. Which was obviously not my case. My pants were 300 years old and they expected to last longer. Anyway, I wouldn't live in a place I knew a lot about. It might sound idiotic & not-clever. Since it was the only option in my mind for the moment, the question becomes "where". The first country came into my mind was the Soviet Union. But I gave up on that thought. The brightness of sun brought the hint Africa. I smiled politely and blinked twice. Blinking twice meant no to me if I was too lazy to do anything else. India was where Tooth lived. The teeth in my belly-pocket reminded me.

"不对。"That damn voice! You are not worth to be regarded as a sign! You party-spoiler!

The voice meant "it's not right" using Chinese. I sighed a resigned sigh.

Jamie was out. I followed the south track to the end of the street—where Burgess Primary School lied. Children were starting to line up the entrance, messing around noisily. Did I just promise myself that I would protect them? The future-adults who were causing nothing but trouble who meant nothing to me? What kind of thing am I? They would come & go, I would move—not live and rot unnoticeably. Someday—far away, something will happen, people would perish and I would still be able to move until the end of universe. What would Jamie mean when that happens? What could anything that human had ever created be remembered by anything existed? Would anyone be writing a book that nothing in the space between the words would care about all all...ever again?

Stop, please stop. Stop this whole mental process. I heard this sober voice.

Okay.

Back to the stupid scene: I was looking for Jamie.

What would I say to him?

"Hello? Nice to see you again, bud. Really missed since..."

And he would be like "I've been looking everywhere for you guys since we've got seperated. You're looking better, Jack!"

"How was school?"

"Oh, great!"

...

I launched for the pole. The north one.

A/N:

I am feeling sorry for Jack when I was working on this. In the movie, sometimes he was quiet & thoughtful. Sometimes he was just laughing lightly & indifferently. His laughter felt so ...restraining, unconvincing and reluctant. I can't find any other better words... So I was inspired by this sorrowful point of view and I tried imagining what it would be like if living for eternity was possible. Some of it was something that was on my mind while I was watching the movie. And yeah, you guys can tell I am not in my best mood today. Wish you understand Jack better as a real person who jumped out of fiction into reality.

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