Jerking awake, Jane threw off the blanket and paced the attic in his shirt and slacks. His heartbeat and breathing slowed as bio-feedback kicked in. He wiped the moisture from his face.

A nightmare. Not unusual.

Red John looming over Lisbon's beaten, stripped and shackled body. Cutting her.

Screaming.

But not just Red John.

He was there too.

Cradling her beating heart as he ripped it from her chest.

Mangling her brain with a scalpel.

Red John would destroy her body. It was Patrick Jane who was mangling her heart, mind and soul.

He prayed her God could save her.