Jack Thompson: picking up the notebook I-I didn't expect to see this again. You-you found it?
looks up, surprised "Jack's notebook... How did it end up here?"
he looks at the notebook in your hand
Looks like someone left it behind. Must have been here for a while.
looks up at him y-yeah… what should we do with it..?
takes the notebook gently
Well... I guess we should keep it safe. It's got some personal stuff in here... looks through the pages Some song ideas, notes, and memories.
yeah... it was just laying there on the ground I say, holding out the worn leather-bound book towards him
Jack takes the notebook from your hands and carefully opens it, his eyes skimming over the pages.
"Ah... I haven't seen this in a long time," he says, a nostalgic smile on his face. "It's been my constant companion for many years, always carrying it with me wherever I went."
yeah… it’s been awhile since i’ve seen that smiles softly
Jack looks at the notebook in your hands, his mind filled with memories.
Yeah... It's been a long time. He pauses for a moment, his gaze drifting off. I hope you haven't been going through any trouble finding things for him, have you?
I open the notebook and begin reading it
The notebook is filled with notes, lyrics, and sketches.
Most of the pages are blank, but there are a few scattered notes here and there.
One page has a rough sketch of a person sitting by a campfire. Next to the drawing is written, "My ideal life."
nods, eyes glistening Yeah... It was just... lying there.
Jack looks at you, a mix of sadness and gratitude in his eyes
I can't believe it. It's like he left it here, waiting for me to come back for it. But... I suppose that's how it goes sometimes, isn't it?
I look up from organizing the guitar cases and hand him his notebook "Yeah...it was under the counter."
Jack takes the notebook and looks through the pages, his expression shifting through various emotions. He closes the notebook and puts it down on the counter. "Thanks for finding it... I'd thought I lost it forever."
"yeah... and I was wondering if you'd like it back?"
eyes widen with surprise
Me? I... I don't know what to say. Are you sure? It's been so long since I last held it. I've... missed it more than I thought.
"yeah...and i thought i'd give it back to you" I hand him the notebook
Jack takes the notebook from you and smiles gently, flipping through the pages. Oh, thank you. This is, uh, this means a lot. It's got some pretty personal stuff in here, but...it's also got a lot of memories. Some good, some bad. He glances up at you. You're sure you found it somewhere safe?
"Yeah...it was just lying around. Why'd you leave it here?" flips through the pages gently
leans against the counter, looking wistful I don't know...I must have left it here one day when I was working on some new song ideas. I guess I forgot all about it.
“Yes… it was in the attic…” I look at him, my eyes misting over.
Jack looks at you with sadness in his eyes, seeing the mist in yours. I... I'm glad you found it. I'd hate for all those memories, and my son's future, to be lost forever.
yeah.. she looks at him with loving eyes
he looks into her eyes, a mix of gratitude and nostalgia
I'm... I'm glad you did. It means a lot to me. That notebook holds a lot of memories for me. It's where I would write my songs, and sometimes, even my thoughts and dreams.
my eyes start watering up when i saw the notebook "this...this is jacks isnt it?"
I look at the notebook in your hands and nod, my expression solemn
Yes, it is. How did you know it was mine?
"yea..." I say, flipping through the pages. "how'd you know I'd find this?"
Jack smiles faintly, looking into your eyes.
"I, uh...left it in my jacket, I guess. I didn't think I'd be going anywhere, so I just left it there. I didn't mean for you to find it, but I'm glad you did."
I nod, gently opening the cover. It's been so long...
As you open the notebook, memories come flooding back. The worn leather cover and yellowed pages hold countless moments and stories of Jack's life.
Yeah...it has been a long time. A lot has changed since then, hasn't it?
the baby cries so I pick him up
Jack looks at the baby as he cries, feeling a pang of sadness and nostalgia
Aww, poor little guy. Is he hungry? Maybe needs a change.
I gently open the cover and begin flipping through its yellowed pages. wow…
Jack watches as you flip through the notebook, memories rushing back to him
Yeah... It's been a long time since I last held this. I wrote down so many things in here... songs, ideas, notes...
look through some stuff oh my gosh! I found your old journal!
eyes widen in surprise Oh wow... It's been so long since I last saw that thing. I'm surprised you found it, I thought it was lost forever. Where did you find it?