Jack groaned, blinking his eye sockets open and gazing upward. He was on his knees, his skeletal arms shackled by his wrists to the wall. His suit was torn and disgustingly dirty. He had smudges on his skull. He was battered and beaten, even for a skeleton. He didn't see Sally, nor heard anything. It took a moment for his eye sockets to adjust to the pitch-black darkness surrounding him. Once he could see better, he realized he was in a dungeon, dark, dank, dirty, and foul. He tried to break his chains, but to no prevail. He let himself go limp. He thought, panic rising from within him "I need to hurry, get out.. Where is Sally?" he forced the panic away and started to frantically work himself out of the dreaded chains connecting him to the wall, but then froze. Sally was screaming. She was... In deep pain, horrible agony as it sounded. " No! Sally! SALLY!!" he roared thrusting himself forward furiously to break the chains. Her pained and agonized screams suddenly ceased and a new sound rang out. Insane, Demoniac, Blood curdling laughter.