[ace]

He'd left the hut and just walked. He'd been 'around' in that general sense of the word. He'd been to the beach, been to the jungle, he kept getting food in the kitchen and showering and the basics. He didn't need to go all Walden Pond...he just needed to think.

He thought. He thought a lot. Who he'd been. Who he'd become. Who he really cared about. Who he neglected. It was thoughts like that that took him to Ace's place. Naturally, she wasn't there, but Jack had nothing but time, so he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

The door wasn't locked and he'd gone in and come out a few times. He could only stand it so long, though, before he figured the wrath of Ace was worth picking up...God...at least her laundry. Jack started gathering it up and putting it all in one pile. He got on his knees to dig around under her bed and to get to one stray sock, he had to pull out a box. He sort of recognized it. Hadn't he...didn't he put a dress for her in that box? He smiled a little and lifted the lid.

And promptly forgot all about the laundry.