Jack was in his own apartment not far from Heather's, fiddling with the new guitar he'd bought. He wasn't sure if he would be allowed to take it back with him, but he was kind of hoping. If nothing else, he had it for now.

His head snapped up, wide eyed, at the sound of screaming and he set the instrument down and quickly made his way to the hall. It was definitely coming from Heather's room, and so was the sound of shit breaking. He'd heard that noise enough as a kid to know it usually didn't mean something good...

He hesitated a second, then knocked loudly on her door.

"Heather!"