Jack was still in the topmost branches of the tall pine tree when the moon rose. It was still the full, bright orb from last night. Was it only last night that he had risen out of the lake? He realized now that he had risen into the air when that happened, and that the ice had refrozen beneath his feet when he'd landed. Did it have something to do with the moon?
Jack watched it as it ascended in an arc above him. When the moon was at such an angle that Jack's head was slightly inclined, it spoke to him.
It said his name was Jack Frost.
"No. My name is Jackson Overland." Jack didn't feel silly talking to the moon. In fact after a day of silence, it felt quite natural. And he knew the moon was speaking to him, and though he heard no noise, he could understand.
The Moon told him again that his name was Jack Frost.
"No, it's not!" Jack just wanted answers. After the weirdest day of his life (for he had determined that it could not be a dream, nor was he dead) he was impatient with confusion. "If you're talking to me, tell me what happened and why I'm here. Apparently I died a few weeks ago. Why am I still here?"
The Moon replied that he had chosen Jack. He explained that he had thought Jack worth saving, so he had preserved his life with some weird moon magic. Jack gained powers appropriate to his "center" (whatever that meant) and was to use them as he saw fit.
That was all the moon told him. No matter how much Jack pleaded for more information, that was all he ever told him. Still Jack didn't know exactly why he was there or what he was meant to do, and part of him wondered if he ever would.