Jack had always been arrogant and in desperate need for drama. And it had always been said that the two were a bad combination but Jack just ignored them…then they were proved right- the two were a bad combination, just so much worse than anyone had ever imagined… The day that Jack saw the open door of the Nowhere Emporium and the day that Jack decided to go inside and to become just a little bit to curious.

Jack saw a room of endless wonders , wonders that he wished he could keep or steal or shatter. Things that he loved and loathed. Everything was magnificent like the porcelain dolls, the withered books and the elegant diamonds but the thing that really interested Jack was the whispers… endless and wonderful… faltering and horrifying. It was like he were an infinite being, with all the  knowledge in  the universe, like he was a galactic king and the Nowhere Emporium was his kingdom. Forget about the old, crumpled books that must have seen miracles, or the beautiful, glimmering and shimmering diamonds that must have felt the endless fame that its looks must have brought it, or the quaint, creepy and cracked porcelain dolls that must have felt the sting of rejection so many times… the whispers were the most interesting things haunting, secretive and faltering they must have heard every word ever spoken.

” I see you’ve found the sense to hear my whispers, ” rasped an old man. Jack spun around shocked and saw an old man silhouetted by the shadow of an arch. He made an approving yet angry noise. Everything in the room seemed to dull for a moment, as if in disappointment, approval, anger but most of all shock and puzzlement.