Jack Kelly groaned and cracked his eyes open. His head was pounding and his face felt like it was on fire. Squinting about the room, Jack quickly realized that he wasn't at the Lodging House. He was laying down on a strange bed. The room he was in was dark except for the filmy sunlight coming through a window on the far wall. Jack's eyes drifted over an armoire made of dark wood, a mirror, an oil painting, bookshelves, and blue chairs. Jack shook his head in confusion and tried unsuccessfully to sit up. His limbs felt like lead weights and his muscles were about as functional as grape jelly. Jack winced and collapsed back into the bed. Sighing, he tried to remember what had happened earlier that day. I was selling my papes...I felt dizzy...walking towards Dave... Jack squeezed his eyes shut, giving up. It hurt too much to think.

Jack's reverie was broken as muffled voices floated through the door. Jack rolled his eyes towards the door and watched as it slowly opened. A young man with short, dark hair carrying a small hand bag stepped into the room. He was followed by a tall boy in his late teens with slightly messy brown hair. A little girl of about ten poked her head in the doorway as well but the boy shooed her away. Jack stared up at them apprehensively.

"Well, I see you're awake," the man smiled at him. Jack halfheartedly nodded. "My name is Will DeLanci. I'm a doctor." Uncle Will extended his hand to Jack.

Jack's eyes grew wide at the mention of the man's name. "Jack Kelly," Jack replied weakly, shaking the man's hand. Jack's eyes frantically scanned the room, as if he were looking for some way to escape. Jack fought back the urge to flee the room. Angela's house was the last place he wanted to be.

"How do you feel?" Will asked, kneeling down next to the bed.

Jack shifted his attention back to the doctor. "Um, not so good," he mumbled. "My head is killin' me an' I feel really hot. An' me throat hurts and me arms feel like mush," Jack croaked.

"Mmm," Uncle Will nodded and, reaching into his bag, he produced several medical instruments.

"I'll get him some water," the boy spoke up.

"Thank you, Frankie," Will said, as he peered down Jack's throat. Frankie nodded and then slipped out into the hallway. He breezed down the stairs and paused to stick his head into a small sitting room next to the kitchen. Johnny, Angela, and David were glumly sitting on the chairs or sofa in silence.

"Jack's awake," Frankie said before continuing on his way to the kitchen for a glass of water. Johnny and David jumped to their feet but Angela just crossed her arms and sat back in the sofa cushions.

"Ange, are you coming or what?" Johnny asked, irritated at her behavior. Angela just stared at him and refused to answer. Johnny glared back at her and for several seconds they were locked in a staring contest.