Spring-heeled Jack is an ass. He delighted in tormenting me for months while I wrote his tale, hiding behind doors, curtains, and just generally being a creep, scaring me every chance he got. So I hope he understands why I hesitate to invite him back while I write the next tale in this guy's saga, and why I choose to focus more an Alice/Abbott than Jack.

Oh yeah, and he stole my vintage trinkets and antiques.

But I know the day will come when it is he and I again, and I know that I have little control over when that day comes.

...and that he will most likely announce his arrival from inside a late night shadow. Damn it