[Jack appears on the Plane looking nothing like his usual self. It's as if he hasn't slept for days; his eyes are vaguely unfocused, dark bags under them, his hair is a mess, and his clothes are ruffled and in slight disarray, as if he'd just stumbled out of bed in them. He's staring at his hand in what almost seems morbid fascination; there's a deep gash across the palm, and a small trail of blood has dried alongside it.

The wound, however, still looks raw and unhealed] …..It's been almost an hour now. [His tone seems almost detached, but those that listen closely would be able to hear the slight panic in his voice]

[OOC: Mortality post woot~ See post in plot comm for details  =P]