A grand adventure. The thought of it very nearly made Jack smile. He didn't though, it simply couldn't quite be actualised. But the thought of it, oh that was something.

"Sorry to disappoint you," he said. Because of course he'd been on anything but. Locked away as he was, confined and removed from the world. It was anything but adventurous.

Jack held himself tight as he was moved from the carriage. It hurt to be touched and held, it hurt to see the light and to be moved through the building. Agonising with each subtlety of movement.

The bath hurt too as he was lowered into it. Water that was barely hot but somehow felt as though it seared his skin and seeped into cuts and wounds never healed. What was left of his clothes started to fall off as he touched the sides, and the hard ceramic was painful against his bones.

But still he lay there, and he closed his eyes for lack of strength to do anything else.