"Sean? Dude, wake up."
Jack heard Malcolm say and felt him nudge him somewhat forcefully, pulling Jack out of his peaceful sleep.
"What?" Jack grumbled sleepily, lifting his head up slightly and barely cracking his eyes open to look at Malcolm.
"You fell asleep at the table bro." Malcolm laughed, causing Jack's face to burn a light red hue in embarrassment.
"You want breakfast?" Malcolm asked, changing the subject to save Jack from further embarrassment as he opened a cabinet over the counter and started taking stuff out.
"Sure." Jack shrugged wearily, still trying to wake up.
"What time is it anyway?" Jack yawned as Malcolm handed him a package of cookies and cream pop tarts.
"It's around two in the morning." Malcolm stated nonchalantly as he turned on the oven to heat up the pop tarts.
"Where's Mark?" Jack asked as he looked around for his friend.
"Here." Mark spoke up as he trudged into the kitchen with his eyes barely open.
"Good morning sleeping beauty." Malcolm teased with a playful smirk.
"Did I wake you up?" Jack asked apologetically.
"Nah, I just had a nightmare." Mark shrugged.
"About?" Malcolm prompted.
"Oh you know, just all of my friends murdering me while sobbing and apologizing as I'm getting beaten to a pulp." Mark growled, his mood suddenly shifting from tired to angry as Malcolm tossed the pop tarts in the oven.
"I had the same dream too yesterday when I was back home!" Jack exclaimed.
"You both had the same dream?" Malcolm interjected with a deep frown.
"Yyyeeaahh." Jack answered slowly, drawing the word out.
"Okay. If that happens again, tell me immediately." Malcolm instructed in a serious tone.
Mark and Jack both nodded in reply.
"Good. Now, way up Jack, we got some training to do." Malcolm grinned as he pulled the pop tarts out of the oven and handed them to Jack.
Jack quickly ate his breakfast as he followed Malcolm outside, shivering slightly in the cold.
"Alright, we're going to start off with a simple spell." Malcolm informed Jack as he handed him a bag of fine white powder that looked like a drug.
"Hey Mark, can you come here?" Malcolm called out.
After a few moments, Mark emerged from the house with a wary expression.
"You're not going to turn me into a frog or something are you?" Mark asked as he raised a questioning eyebrow.
"No...not yet at least." Malcolm teased, earning an uneasy smile from Mark as he walked over to stand by Jack.
"What's this?" Jack as he opened the bag.
"Just throw some on me and Mark." Malcolm instructed.
Jack hesitated before doing as Malcolm instructed, making sure to not use all of it as he handed the bag back to Malcolm.
