Cher blinked. He blinked again. Then he blinked a third time. The weird kid was still in front of him after the third blink, so he abandoned that plan and instead tried to move his lips again. Cher: Break...me out? Jack pushed off from the wall, revealing a shock of brown hair and a pocketwatch hung on a chain around his neck. Jack: Yes, break you out. There's not a lot going on in this tiny ass shack [gestures around the aforementioned tiny ass shack], not very fun working day in, day out without so much as a third loaf of bread, I imagine. So I'm going to bust you out, simple as that.