Eureka1983

Tracy:
I'm talking about what happened to Jack McCann. On that day, in the winder of 1925, when he first found the gold. He'd been looking for 15 years. Day after day, week after week, year after year. And then one day he found it. How could he ever recapture that moment of triumph? He couldn't share the gold. That was his and his alone. How he realized that his joy at having done what he set out to do, all alone, was gone! Poor Jack. He was like a man struck by lightening. One moment of rapture, followed by decades of despair. Jack McCann wasn't murdered three weeks ago in his bedroom at Eureka. He died in 1925. What happened that night was just his physical end. He needed someone to finish him off. And that night he found him, just as he had found the gold.