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Jack closed his eyes as he felt the sonic pulses wash over him. The very air around his body seemed to vibrate, and the walls of the cramped booth in which he stood were humming. His skin tingled. He let his mind drift, which turned out to be a poor decision.
As usual, the solitude of his thoughts was invaded by images of Ben's face staring in horror, pleading with him to do something, to react with the speed of a Justice Keeper. To save him before Leo dragged that knife across his throat. It was the condemnation in Ben's eyes that made Jack want to punch the wall of the shower.
Guilt washed over him like a tidal wave, echoed by a pang of grief from Summer. Jack focused his thoughts with a simple count. One, two, three, four, five. In less than a minute, the image of Ben was gone. “V
