"I'm a pretty vocal guy." Jack grinned, a wide and friendly expression. "Never been one to keep my mouth shut, even if my views have changed. I speak out against things I think are wrong." His expression changed to thoughtful though, and he leaned forward.

"You're young. You've got time. It's never too late to stand up for what you believe in. Remember that." He sat back, twisting his fork in his food.

"I think, once upon a time in my wildest dreams, I could have thought about a place like this. But little boys have vivid and violent imaginations." He chuckled. "But that's the thing about dreams and thoughts - it's okay, as long as they stay in your head. When they're real... well, it's a whole nother story, isn't it?"