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Jack has been spending the last few days getting his new digs cleaned up and kid-proof because that's an actual concern for him now. He's never really been too terrible but years of being on a desk instead of in the field has bred out some of the order and the neatness and replaced it with good, old-fashioned "just leave shit everywhere."

But that's not good enough for William and Janet and Jack wants to do better. He's mostly got it all sorted out and is settled on his little couch with the fishing tackle his previous version had gotten for some holiday present. Jack had been pleased to learn his boat had not disappeared when the island came back and he wants to go out in it as soon as he can.

He's tying flies when he hears a knock at his door and figures it's either one of two people: Carter, or Jane. Both have small kids so he takes a moment to put all the tackle away before going to answer the door.

He is not going to earn himself a trip to see Carter's twin in the clinic if he can possibly help it.