Jack ambled over the crunching gravel as if his body was weightless, though a bit ungracefully as well. It felt like his body was strangely improved, but he had to learn to use it all over again. His senses in particular took in the details and denizens of the parking lot with alarming power. Most of the cars from before were gone, but he knew he wasn't alone. Were there always this many animals around?

   This Vitus character wasn't making it any less difficult. Jack knew he was being railroaded into a situation he wasn't going to like. His mutinous musings raised the question - Could vampires such as his captor read minds? Jack knew he couldn't read minds himself, but then he couldn't move about magically leaving plumes of dust in his wake either.