Pitch appeared through the shadow in his lair, still reminiscing about all the fun he had had turning the dreams of children into horrifying nightmares. The sight of them whining in their sleep was priceless. It was even more memorable when a few of them woke up and saw his bright, menacing, yellow eyes staring at them from their closet, or the dark corner in their room.
Pitch then remembered of his new partner that he had obtained merely one day ago. He looked over the side of the bridge, scanning his lair for any signs of Jack Flame. And there he was. Sitting on the floor a few feet from his globe. He fell through a shadow on his bridge and walked out of another one a few feet behind Flame and saw Flame burning designs into his floor, though he did not see exactly what he was drawing. ”Having fun, Jack?” Pitch asked the boy.