Sometimes it's hidden, The one thing you know. Sometimes you run, Like you have nowhere to go. It's guarded like a vault, You missed it over the drone. When you keep running away, Someone calls you home. A.G.
I can imagine this as a dream that Jack had while taking a few hours to catch some z's. It'd probably wake him up, leaving him wondering who the blue-eyed, blood-stained beauty was and why he dreamed her.