Sometimes, Jack died. When he died he'd come back. He always came back. Sometimes, he was just hurt. He could be hurt and have to recover. Sometimes, he would almost die. Almost die and his recovery would start.

That's what happened here.

His leg was broken, and as he pushed up on the ground, he could feel it. It burned inside like a heat and he'd have to wait to get up. Wait just a little though, because it was mending, and he could feel it.

But there was the boy. Had he saved him? As soon as he could, he looked up. He looked up and saw Reinette with the boy. And he smiled.

A smile that soon faded as feeling started to come back to the pained leg.