Her words made Jag look back at the bloke on top of him. The lifeless bloke on top of him, it only then dawned on him. His eyes were open but unseeing, and Jag was fairly certain he wouldn't find a pulse if he tried looking for one.

He pushed the body off of himself, then got to his feet and slowly stepped closer to Em. The fire was still burning next door, but it was probably best he didn't bring her attention to it just yet. And, he found with some surprise, he seemed to be back in shape, since he managed to put out the flames in just a few seconds, as he walked over to Emma.

"It's all right, bab," he told her, reaching a hand out to her. "He's gone now. You've saved me." He would really feel better once the scythe was gone. What the fuck was going on?