Jack spoke as he ran his hands across the big blocks of stone that formed the wall.

Jack could barely speak past the blinding pain that came every time he moved his head.

Then one of the officials asked Charles and Jack to speak with him, alone, in a room down the hall.

Jack was speaking aloud, but in his mind, he heard Theo talking.

Little Jack often spoke of his father, whom he had not seen for so long.

Jack took the phone from him and spoke his last name.

"No," it said quickly, remembering that Jack did speak some.

Jack and I spoke every morning my time, evening his.

The age of this conflict suddenly caused Jack to speak from an older tongue.

After the news, Jack had not spoken a word.