Jack's eyes flew open and he sat up, far too quickly, and made himself dizzy. He caught himself before he fell back to the ground and glanced around the area. He was alone where he remembered passing out, next to his lake in Burgess. He stared at the lake, a little ways off to his side, and smiled.

"You have some pretty messed up feelings here." Summer Jack said in Winter Jack's mind.

"Hey, don't go through my memories unless I say you're allowed. Especially if we're going to be stuck like this going back and forth thing. I don't know what you did to get us into this mess, and I have no idea of how to get out of this mess, but I think our best course of action is to gain trust and-"

"Have cool nicknames! I mean, I can't call you Jack knowing that you're the same Jack from a parallel universe. It's just weird. So how about you're Frosty and I'm Lord of the Sun?"

"Or how about you're Thing 1 and I'm just Jack?"

"We're not making much progress here." Summer Jack sighed, in his form of sighing within Winter Jack's mind. "How about we just call each other by our last names until we think of something more creative?"

"Sure. Sounds like a plan to me. What was your name again?"

"Brulant. The thing above the "u" was removed when my family moved to the States 400 or so years ago, but it used to be French for 'burning' or 'fiery'."

"Cool. Mine is Frost, English for those squiggly things I make on peoples windows in the winter." Frost said, trying to lighten the mood and take his mind from the pain in his arm and head.

"Hey, that feels like it hurts. How about you get that cleaned up and stuff. How did you even get it again?"

"That's a good question." Frost said, wincing as he lifted his arm up in front of him to inspect the damage. "Man, my head hurts. This sucks."

"You're telling me. I can feel everything you can." Brulant winced as Frost held his head, then went to stand up, but fell back to the ground when he put pressure on his right leg. "Now that's new…"

Frost glared down at his useless leg and finally noticed how it was twisted in an awkward fashion.

"Bru…whatever."

"Brulant."

"Yeah, Brulant, I think we may be connected in more than just mind." He said as he held his leg, now feeling the bone as it moved under his skin.

"I would have to say that you are correct. But, how is this even possible? I thought this was going to be cool, but now I think we may be in some serious trouble."

"I think we need help." Frost admitted, and Brulant became silent. "I'm taking us to the Pole."

"No. Not the Pole. Tooth's palace or Bunny's Warren or-"

"Look, I'm in control right now and I am the Spirit of Winter. I like the cold and I know that North has an infirmary and magic. His potions started this, I know they can end it too." Frost argued, and Brulant agreed silently. They needed help.