When Jack felt that the van had stopped moving, he peeked through the window. He took a deep breath, picked April's book up, and made his way outside. The fresh wind felt better to him, and for a second he was calm again.
He took one look at the giant building and suddenly he was sprinting towards the guard that escorted them out. The sight of the place, their prison, was what made him tick, he didn't even think or try to stop himself. He wailed in rage, and dived in front of the man, trying to tackle him.