YOUNG JACK:
((With no response from the owl, Jack assumes it was some other owl. In the dark of the night, every sound he hears seems to somehow be otherworldly, alien in one respect or another. The branches of the trees overhead brush each other in the wind, and Jack hears the crunch of broken bones. The wind howls through some opening, and Jack finds himself humming along with a sepulchral tune that flows through the air. The underbrush rustles nearby and Jack can feel small eyes piercing into his skin. The world is not right tonight.))
((He tries to think of some rational reason why a familiar face would behave so strangely. But he comes up with nothing. Beset with terror that some otherworldly force was slowly making its way into the world he knew so well, Jack tried to find some safe place to hide, just for a little while, while he gathered the strength and courage to move on.))
((He found himself hoping, just a little bit, for something that was familiar, someone that he recognized and he knew that it was actually him... or her.))
((Jack sat down solemnly between the safe roots of a giant tree that he had climbed on when he was herding sheep in '62. It had shown no worse the wear for the years that had passed since then, and Jack felt safe there. Not as safe as he had once felt in Ennis's arms, but safer than the destitute loneliness he felt that night, with the foreboding sense of wrongness flowing through the filming set. He wanted to go home, back to Lightning Flat... and hoped his mother was alright and his father was still his ornery old self.))