Jack held his hands over his ears, expression pained as he tried to block it out.

"I think - I think the music's getting to me. I'm kind of - in between. Adult and kid. Seventeen and over three hundred. I think it's -"

More music started, now from the other direction, carrying over the wind, as if someone was singing it from the sky above. It was beautiful.

"Come little children, I'll take thee away, into a land of enchantment..."

"Beautiful. It's - it's..."

Jack looked back and forth between the directions the songs were pulling him in. Adult and eternal child, teenager caught between it all. He was both, someone who protected the joy in children and someone that felt the same kind of joy as what he protected.

"Run," the adult in him said distantly to the other kids. "Mabel, take everyone to the Pole, take Jamie - you have to - you..."

"The time's come to play, here in my garden of shadows..."

The child in him won out, pivoting his body in the direction of the voice up in the sky, and he started stumbling in the direction it was coming from - towards the cabin in the woods.

Somehow, in his mind, the voice warped into something familiar, into -

"Emma?" he said quietly.

"Follow sweet children, I'll show thee the way, through all the pain and the sorrows..."

Staff in hand, eyes going blank, he started to stumble in the direction his sister was calling him from.