Jack is a ghost with a body attached. He lives in a modified toaster and sleeps on strange supplicants’ sofas. If you happen to see him with his head in the ground, or with tears pouring like tidal waves down his rosy cheeks; or, if you catch him cursing at clouds, raising his bloodied claws to the heavens and screeching like a shrieking ghoul: fear not. He’s just letting off some steam. Otherwise, you are likely to find him at a watering hole, bathing naked like a nymph.