You Don't Know Jack

For the week or so I've been here at Cambridge, I've been told that there is a man that lives upstairs--right above my bedroom, in fact. I was starting to doubt my roommates and claiming that he didn't exist, until I was searching for my keys in my backpack and he walked right out our door. I wish I could say I had some exciting conversation with him, but I was so stunned to find out that he was real that all I could say was "sorry" for being in his way. So, I've finally seen, though hardly met, the elusive Jack.