The corridors of a hospital were hardly where someone might expect to find a man head to toe in over the top 18th century French costume. But still, any walking along these halls this day would find exactly that. Jack, after taking far too long to get changed, and after a quick hop to hide his own clothes back somewhere safely, he was walking along, back to meet Reinette.

Never one to do anything by halves, Jack had gone all out on the costume. That said, it was still that, a costume, and as he dressed himself in it he couldn't help but agree with Reinette's earlier comments on the items.

He wore an outfit in full, no detail missed from the stockings to the wig that adorned his head. Nor the makeup that now covered his face, powdered white and detailed with a black beauty spot and a red heart painted over his lips.

He stepped in the room. and shut the door behind him.

"How do I look?"