London Eye

“What the hell-”

“Torch hit me right across my eyes, and-”

“As if we were invisible!”

Jack hushed them both. “Nomad touched me,” he said.

“The first vector!” Jenna gasped.

“And still contagious. I feel so much. My senses, broadening. I know things I shouldn't. Not just one thing, but many. It's scary.” But even he knew that his voice did not sound afraid.

It sounded exhilarated.

They waited in the basement while the searching Choppers melted away into the distance.

And later, when Jack and his friends started making plans, he saw the careful glances they cast his way, and he sensed their unease.

As if he was no longer the Jack they used to know.