And Hector hits the bottom of the stairs, just as soon as the door shuts behind him. And for a moment, Hector pauses, letting Jack think he's gotten ahead, that's he's scott-free, and that Hector's lost him in the running about, his eyes narrowed at the door, the spot where Jack headbutted him throbbing.

Jack is, for a matter of record, damned lucky he hadn't knocked Hector's hat off, too.

But after giving it a few beats, letting Jack relax, think he's not being followed, he makes his way into the kitchen himself, purposely slamming the door open as hard as he can.

"Found you, ye gutless cur. Hand it over."