“Jack Peyton is HOT!" someone from the audience yelled."Toby Klein is HOTTER" a male voice argued, and I almost went into an epileptic fit of disgust at both the words and the tone."Now, now," Jack said, raising his hands. "Don't be ridiculous. Mr. Corkin is clearly the hottest”

“And I meant to tell you: that was a one-in-a-thousand shot."She raised her hand. "Don't.""It was awesome," George confirmed. "It really was," Jack said. "His head exploded.”

“So …” Jack clears his throat. “We …”Is Jack Coombs at a loss for words? I guess we don’t have to worry about the performance since the world is clearly going to end.”

“I'll buy it right now, Jack," said an English voice, somehow familiar, "if you stop being such a fucking tosser, that is.”

“I felt his other hand sear hot against my cheek. He bent his head, and in a voice that Jack couldn’t hear, said, “When you came down the stairs, and fell into me, that was the moment.” Then his lips pressed against mine.”

“Jack," said Charles, "he's making up words again.""Yes," Jack replied, "but he's getting better at it, don't you think?”