Jack came home from a terrible day. He walked into his bathroom removing his mask, tracer had insisted on seeing his scarred face all day. Tears fill his eyes as he remembers her unbearable British accent filling his ears.

The world spins as he stares at himself in the mirror. Then he reaches out, he touches his reflection. He traces a scar on his face, and he sighs. He has finally realized what he wants, what he needs. He places his palm on the mirror and whispers. "I've got you in my sights." He finally said it, he finally said it to himself...