Chloe:

The pixels on the screen start to de-rez. Her chest constricts as Jack's face leaves her view. Muddled by the missing pixels and the tears filling her eyes. She knows he needs to run. Run far and fast. Even injured she knows he can do it. But can he do it by himself? Her chin falls to her chest as her mind races.

She knows the pressure in her chest means one thing. He can't.

Without a word to Arlo, she quickly walks out of the room. Taking the steps to Hasting's, no her office, she quickly shuts the door behind her. Packing her laptop quickly she takes one last look through the glass. Arlo is still sitting at his desk staring at the now dark screen. She watches him as his head falls into his hands. With a sigh she slips the laptop strap over her shoulders. Slowly making her way back down the stairs, she never utters a word as she slips past security and into the tunnel. Walking quickly until she's out the door and around the corner, her feet and legs have a will of their own. Her brain quickly running over all the plans she needs to activate. She already has them in place. She knew years ago that one day he would have to disappear for good. One day this would be the end. There would be no coming back for Jack Bauer. Possibly, not even for Chloe O'Brian.

She hailed a taxi impatiently. With a scowl she slid into the back seat of the first one appearing. "American Bank and Trust on 5th." She reaches down and slides her laptop and a scarf out of her bag. Holding the bag upside down she shoves her hand in, fingers sliding along the lining looking for that thread. As the taxi takes off into traffic she finds it. Turning her bag inside out, she looks at the faded red thread in the lining. So faded from time. Hand sewn in, it looks like a simple repair job to a tear in a heavily used bag. Not this thread though. She knows it's there for a reason. She knows because she put it there herself. Twirling the thread around her forefinger she pulls slowly. As the thread unravels a small hole appears giving view to the long and very sharp plastic knife. Grasping it in her hand, she shoves her laptop back into the messenger bag.

With a deep breath she rolls up her left sleeve. Fingers probing her wrist she feels the small piece of metal there. With a quick flick of her hand she drags the knife down into her skin. Gritting her teeth together she lets out a soft hiss as her wrist stings. Bright red drops of blood welling up out of the wound. Glancing up to make sure the taxi driver is paying her no attention, she uses the tip of the knife to pop out the small piece of metal. Quickly tying the scarf around her wrist she sits back into her seat with a shaky exhale. Opening her hand she glances down at what she retrieved. A small gold key. Turning to look out the window her mind barely registers the world going by.

"$22.50" The gruff voice pulls her back to the present. Quickly tossing him the cash she jumps out of the cab. Head down she makes her way through the door of the bank. Determinedly she walks straight to the short older man standing at the entrance to the boxes.

"I need box 1135" She looks him straight in the eye as he takes in her sudden appearance in front of him.

"Name and identification"

She handed him the documents and with a firm voice, "Chloe O'Brian"

Nodding his head he leads her through a corridor and into a room. "Do you have your key?" he inquires.

Holding up the small gold key she nods. Two hands insert 2 small gold keys. The guard pulls the box out of drawer 1135. Placing it on the large table in the room he gives her a nod and walks out softly closing the door.

Chloe takes a deep breath and lifts the lid. First she pulls out the cash. $50,000 Pounds Sterling and $50,000 USD. Shoving the stacks into her bag, she turns her attention to the large manila envelope on the bottom. Shaking out it's contents she picks up first the passport then the drivers license. Flipping through the rest of the contents she now has the identifications, two credit cards, a small black cell phone and a car key. Shoving her bounty into her bag she peers into the empty box. Closing her eyes she lets her mind clear. Deep breath in and deep breath out. When she opens her eyes again her resolve is firm. This is what needs to happen. She knows. Digging into her pockets she pulls out her CTU badge. Tossing it into the empty box she reaches into her bag for her own wallet. Pulling it out she pops the flap and starts tossing her own license and credit cards into the box. Her fingers gripping the edge of the photo behind her cash she sucks her bottom lip in between her teeth. Scowling she pulls the photo out and looks at it. Staring down into the faces of her son and ex-husband her eyes fill with tears. Murmuring a soft rush of words "I'm so sorry" she gently places the photo alongside the rest of her life into the box. Flipping the lid closed firmly on Chloe O'Brian, she walks out of the room.

Back onto the street she takes her own cell phone out of her pocket. Hitting speed dial she waits anxiously for his voice to pick up.

"Chloe! Where are you?" His voice anxious, his accent going heavy with worry, Morris waits patiently for her to answer.

Her eyes squeezing shut as she exhales, she utters one word "...Railroad..."

Pulling the phone from her ear she hits END on the call. Quickly flicking the battery cover off the back, she snaps the phone in half. Dropping one piece into the nearest trash can she starts walking down the street. One block turns into 2, turning into 8 before she casually drops the battery down a sewer grate. Quickly turning down a side street she strides on. Steps quick and determined. By block 17 she drops the last piece into a dumpster.