Jack And Anna - Back To Winnipeg

Journal 1

Oh, boy. Where do I begin?

Those of you just joining us may be wondering about my origin story. And to that, I say, really? Usually, the origin story is the least interesting part of the franchise. But okay. Let’s do this one more time.

My name is Jack Hunter. It all started when a beautiful girl came to Earth from another planet. I Bonded with an alien symbiont, and for the last six years, I’ve been the one, the only, Mediocre Man: capable of annoying authority figures at a distance of three hundred metres.

onlyI made some friends, fought some bad guys, exposed an alien conspiracy, hopped dimensions, fought some more bad guys. Way too many bad guys.

I’m a Justice Keeper. We’re fast, we’re strong, and we can reshape the fabric of space and time. You’ll catch on as we go.

But my world – which was already pretty weird – has just gotten a lot stranger. You see – and there’s no easy way to say this – I’ve kind of been erased. Yeah, it’s a whole thing. Like, not literally erased; I still exist. Obviously. But no one remembers me. And no one remembers my wife, the beautiful girl I mentioned earlier.

Beautiful woman.

Calling women “girls” is kind of sexist, actually. But in my defence, we were like nineteen when we met. So, I guess that’s still kind of a girl. I mean, technically, it’s within the realm of legal adulthood, but you still think of yourself as a kid. Or at least, I did.

Sorry.

I ramble sometimes. Autism plus ADHD equals stream of consciousness. The point is that for all legal purposes, Anna and I don’t exist. Which means we don’t have badges. And we don’t have access to the resources we used to have. Given our total lack of respectable employment and our isolation from pretty much everyone we ever knew, we’ve been spending a lot of time together, having a lot of date nights.

You know, like this one.