I know. It's crazy. I'm actually trying to do a sequel to Red Eye. This could be a bumpy ride. As always I do not own Red Eye, nor does anyone else who is writing fan fiction about Red Eye. Or if they do… well I digress. The inspiration for this story comes from a multitude of sources. All of which are too numerous to name. So let's commence with my story.

She shouldn't be doing this. In fact she'd promised herself she wouldn't do this. It would be degrading to her and to all she'd accomplished.

She'd didn't care.

Creeping into the kitchen Lisa Reisert allowed herself to throw on a light as she opened the refrigerator. Guiltily she held the egg carton in her hands before pulling out two eggs and defiantly tossing them in a pan that was always kept on the stove top. Lighting the burner Lisa added some milk and tried not to look around. She was resolute to at least not be paranoid.

It was once again the early hours of the morning and Lisa found herself eating eggs. Just as she had before that flight and after the rape. Irritated that she had allowed herself to slip back into one old habit Lisa swallowed a mouthful of eggs before using her fork to crush the eggs. Every little annoyance, everything that made her angry, embarrassed or sad she took out on the eggs. When her thoughts returned to the one and only Jackson Rippner she brought the fork down so hard it made a high pitched sound on the plate.

Shoving in another mouthful of her now crushed eggs Lisa turned around slowly when the phone rang. It was 3:43 in the morning. Who on earth would be calling her?

Letting it ring several more times as to give the impression she'd been asleep Lisa kept her hand hovering over the phone. She could just ignore them. But she had the feeling they'd keep calling anyway. Taking the phone from its cradle Lisa held it up to her ear.

"Hi, mom."

"Lisa why did it take so long for you answer? I thought you'd be having eggs."

Gritting her teeth Lisa took the rest of the eggs and tossed them in the garbage. Keeping the phone up to her ear Lisa switched off the kitchen light and wandered in the dark back to her bedroom. She didn't aim to be on the phone long.

"No, I was asleep."

"Oh, well I thought you might be up so I wanted to give you some human warmth." The former Jillian Reisert said stiffly. "I don't like the thought of you dwelling all the time."

"Mom you don't need to worry about me." Lisa said trying not to sound snappy. She was better then she'd been in years. Sure, she was slipping back into old routine but she was still resilient and strong.

After seeing how strong his daughter was Joe Reisert had begun calling less. Lisa supposed it was because he'd been in the house while she'd taken on Jackson and her mother hadn't. Of course her mother hadn't really been there after the rape either. Why she was bothering to call constantly now was beyond her.

Jillian seemed hurt, "Lisa so many things have happened. I realize I wasn't precisely there before but I am now."

Lisa paused as she climbed back into bed and sat holding the phone in the dark." And what are you going to do for me now?"

Her mother's pause on the other line was longer. "Well I… I'd know if you told me, but the point is I'm here."

Shaking her head as she maneuvered under the covers Lisa sighed and forced the same sweet persona into her voice that she used with thorny customers' at the Lux Atlantic, the hotel where she was head manager. "I'm glad mom. I should get some sleep. Talk to you later today?" With out waiting for a reply she hung up.

Silently placing the phone on the nightstand next to her bed Lisa laid back on her pillow. What had really changed? For one her father was now off on a vacation in Europe. Since he was now certain Lisa would be fine he'd decided to go off on a little sojourn for a month. Jillian had naturally assumed that this meant she should take over Lisa's constant check up.

Rolling over Lisa spread her hand out over the empty bed. She'd started up dating, with little success. She had done it prove that she was back in the game and willing to start looking for a life partner however… it was hard to do when you thought perhaps you'd simply be better off by yourself.

Her hand now gripping a handful of material Lisa relaxed her grip. It was nearly a year since the red flight and even more time had elapsed since the rape. Forced now to ask how much really was different Lisa avoided the answer. In all reality? Not as much as she would have liked.

Later that morning found Lisa actually sitting down on the job at the Lux Atlantic in Miami. The usually busy hotel was experiencing a slow moment regardless of it being the heat of summer.

Fiddling with a notepad behind the main service desk Lisa watched Cynthia. Her kind of assistant for past few months was self-assuredly handling a picky couple complain about the way the luggage was handled. Lo be it them that discern their son causing havoc in the lobby.

Ready to intervene Lisa was amazed when Cynthia actually had someone pluck the boy from the plants he was destroying. Calmly Cynthia told the parents she would work on the luggage if they would work on their son.

As Cynthia approached the front desk to find the location of the luggage on the computer Lisa scooted over. "That was brilliant."

Cynthia smoothed down her dress with her left hand while typing with her right, "I was just trying to maintain silence in the lobby." She made a motion with her hand to emphasis the now silent entrance hall to the Lux Atlantic, "Besides you would have done such a better job.

"Good morning. Lux Atlantic this is Cynthia speaking."

Smiling Lisa took over looking for the couple's belongings on the computer while Cynthia took a waiting call.

No matter what Cynthia said Lisa knew that her assistant manager was ready for another test drive. She had done exceptional on the last one considering part of the hotel had been blown up by the Russians but Lisa wanted to give Cynthia another test.

Smiling at the thought of how excited Cynthia would be to be given another chance to prove how well she could run the hotel Lisa ignored the bitter feeling in the back of her throat. It wasn't as if she was giving up her job.

As the day wore on Cynthia and even Lisa grew occupied each tackling their own tasks and so Lisa was unable to present her plan to Cynthia. No matter, there were still details to iron out.

At home Lisa warily entered her home and sat down in her living room. It had struck her strangely how little she had to do now that she was away from work. Cynthia really did do a lot of things for Lisa now that she knew how the system worked. Cynthia had meant well by it but now Lisa had way too much time on her hands.

It would be best to work up the nerve to go out and do something new-fangled. The phone rang. Remembering she had left the kitchen one on her night stand Lisa ran to fetch it; the battery might wear out before then.

"Hello?"

"Hi Lisa I had this great idea and..."

Lisa paused, "Who are you?"

"Well, it's me, Jillian, your mother?" Jillian sounded rather hurt.

Lisa pulled off her heels while keeping the phone to her ear. "Sorry, I forgot to..."

"Darling I think you should take time off and come visit me." Her mother said quickly.

Dismayed by the idea Lisa struggled to find a reason why she couldn't. "Mom, I can't just go off from work like that, I would have to prearrange it, and I mean summer time is when we have the most customers…"

Her mother seemed to perk up at this, "I already called the hotel. That Cynthia girl said it would fine after all you've done for the hotel and Charles Keefe."

Lisa ran a hand through her curls. "We were told by the government to avoid mentioning the Keefe incident."

"I know Lisa…" Jillian grew uncertain," I thought you could spend some time out here, it's different without Henrietta but I'm sure…"

"This means we'll have nothing to do." Said Lisa,

"In all the times you came out here before you could have spent time with me and your grandmother. I can be interesting too. Don't you think it's kind of rude to avoid your own mother?"

"I was not avoiding you. I was spending time with my aging grandmother and biggest influence on my life."

"And what am I?"

Forgetting to check herself Lisa snarled, "You're my petty mother who watched my struggles from a distance and did nothing!"

The shock was evident in her mother's voice, "I know that rape was a horrible thing but I always believed, that unlike the flight, it could have been pre se, avoided."

Something inside Lisa exploded. If this had been two years ago she would have fallen apart at those words. "How can you say that? The rape… "It was horrible to have to say the word.

"It's not like I did it on purpose. I promised myself it would never happen again!" Unconsciously Lisa's hand went to the scar on her chest covered by her shirt," This is why I avoid you, why I did avoid you. You wonder why I spent more time with Dad and Grandma then you. Well this is why!"

Her mother was sputtering, "I don't believe you Lisa. I didn't raise you this way. Just because I believe a certain way doesn't mean I don't love you."

At that point Lisa didn't care. "You know what? That's great mom." Sarcastically she said, "I love you too."

Slamming the phone down Lisa pulled the cord from the wall. She simply wasn't willing to talk anymore.

Stumbling to the bathroom Lisa splashed cold water on her face. Looking up a pair of blue eyes met hers.

"No," Staring ahead Lisa watched as they faded. Now was not the time to start thinking about him.

Him was all that had happened on the red eye flight, was the stranger who invaded her life, was the man who stalked her for four weeks, tricked her, played with her mind. He was Jackson Rippner.

As far as Lisa was concerned Jackson Rippner was gone forever, the mere fact he had somehow escaped from the clutches of the government (they would not give Lisa details) only allowed her to further pretend she had completely destroyed him. His promises to talk again and perhaps to even go as far as to steal her did not worry her. Rippner was not stupid, he wouldn't come. She hoped he wouldn't.

Wandering back into her living room Lisa shifted through the many papers that accumulated themselves in her home. The pile included several letters from her mother that incorporated recommendations for a psychologists, bills and advertisements. Ripping them up Lisa paused upon seeing an advertisement for cheap flights.

Holding the advertisement on her lap Lisa looked over the picture of a plane. It was much like the plane she took on the dreaded flight. She would have sat… oh right about there. She could remember vividly looking out the window in order to avoid looking Jackson in the face.

She'd been so terrified and preoccupied she hadn't been able to focus clearly on what they were flying over. Everything had been so closed up, so dark, the sound of lighting mixed with the nauseas of turbulence.

It was amazing how well Jackson had been able to combine her fear of flying and his own intimidating presence to try and control her. He'd had her so well roped in-

Lisa stopped and threw the paper away. She refused to think about it anymore. It had to stop. She'd finally got over the rape and now she needed to get over the flight. But if she got over that what would happen next?

Frustrated and confused Lisa forced herself to go to bed. Maybe if she got sleep she could think clearer tomorrow.