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Jack returned to Metropolis without really thinking about it, then decided that he had no real reason to, and didn't feel like doing anything in there, particularly.

So he parked on an empty road in the outskirts, and proceeded to sit in the back of the Coraline and drink.

Mind you, it's not really Jack anymore. The skirt and bare head aren't really Jack-things, and the singing is very definitely a woman's voice.

Tipsy and maudling, Ruth Hollins sings to honour her dead lover.