Jack had been left behind..... oh well. He'd look around for something new to do. There sure were some big buildings around here, and they were quite pretty as well. And as he visualized the electronic currents moving through the area, the entire thing lit up like a burning christmas tree, lights moving and flashing throughout the entire thing. It was a shame, Jack thought, that he was the only one able to see such beauty. Nobody else he'd met had seen the little lights, the sparks moving through walls of stone. They'd comforted him on his many days in the prison. Maybe, just maybe, he'd meet someone like him here. Someone who could see the lights, who could ask the lights to do what he wanted them to do. Maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to make a friend. And not eat them this time.
With this optimistic thought in mind, Jack walked back into the dorms. He'd already claimed room 104 as his own, having decided it was the prettiest room of all. Of course, there was no room 104, and what he called room 104 was really a maintenance closet, but that didn't really matter. It's the thought that counts. Walking into this makeshift room, he cast around a judging eye. He'd have to clean the place up if he wanted it to be as nice as it could be. It looked like he had work to do.
Jack spent quite a long time crashing about in the maintenance closet. He tore down the wall between two maintenance closets, expanding the size of his room. He sorted the machinery according to his own, warped system, and moved a shelf filled with dangerous chemicals in front of one of the doors. He used carpets and blankets and soft pieces of cloth to create a makeshift bed, more like a nest than an actual bed. He hung up a variety of christmas lights, and plugged them in, lighting up the entire place rather cheerily. When Jack was finished, once more he cast a judging eye on the work he had done. He'd done good.
