There she was, making scrambled eggs at 3AM. She had consciously fought the urge to do so ever since that fateful night on the Red Eye, but then again, old habits die hard.

'Man, I really do need a life' – she told herself while sitting on the couch, eating her food. Pretty Woman, one of her favorite movies, was on that night. She decided she could use a distraction so she started to watch. It was Saturday anyway and she didn't need to be at work the next day.

As she watched the movie, Lisa Reisert wondered 'Why can't real life be like that?' The whole, boy meets girl, they are drawn to each other by some powerful attraction, and while they share wonderful, magical moments, they find love together and live happily ever after. However, her story had taken a turn for the worst, and that wonderful brief interaction with a beautiful stranger, had been followed by death threats, a magnicide plot, one torment after another that had left Lisa completely heartbroken and on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Every waking hour was torture from the moment she found out that he was on the loose. The police had nothing on the guy, no records, no finger prints, no driving license, NOTHING! Hell, according to the list of passengers, the man sitting next to her on 18F was Anthony Stark ¡fucking Ironman, that asshole! Well, a couple of things were certain for sure, Jackson Rippner, if that was even his real name, was no novice at all. And he wasn't acting alone, after all who could possibly get away with identifying themselves with that fake name?

Defenseless, Lisa spent almost every night awake, startled by the smallest sound, imagining that any second her blue eyed tormenter would finally come for her. He might be there intending to get revenge for having fucked up his carefully laid plans; or perhaps he'd come to fulfill 'the promise' he had made on the plane. 'When we get out of this, I may have to steal you'. Those words would hunt her even in her dreams. But of course, every single time she checked the place after hearing anything unusual, it just turned out to be a false alarm. The problem was, shouldn't that be relieving?

Clearly, it wasn't. As much as Lisa hated to admit, it wasn't just fear that kept her awake at night, it was impatience… it was expectation. She could hardly wait for him to show up again. And she could barely forgive herself for admitting that desire, but denying it had proven to be a hopeless battle with herself, a battle that was already lost from the moment those hypnotic blue eyes locked with hers that fateful night in Dallas. Her attraction to him should have been vanished by the threats against his father, when she refused to cooperate with his demands to change Keefe's room. That would have been completely logical on her part, rather than this madness of wanting Jackson with an ever growing intensity that had her breathless.

Her father had suggested entering a witness protection program, but Lisa, using her job as an excuse, always refused. It was a rather pathetic excuse when she thought about it, then she insisted that it had been a long while since the Red Eye incident and she was still safe and sound, so maybe Rippner had been taken care of. In the end, though her father had let it go Lisa didn't actually believe herself. She was certain that Jackson Rippner, or whoever he was, was still out there A belief that was reinforced every morning when she went to work, every time when she went for a run, or off to do some errands. She just couldn't help the feeling of being watched.

Completely rendered by lack of sleep, she went back to bed once the movie was over.

What the hell?

Lisa had just walked in the bedroom when she noticed a small piece of paper right there on the nightstand, then she turned to see an open window. Trembling, and visibly startled, she turned on the light and took the paper in her hands, it was a note

'Do you remember when I told you that I NEVER LIE? Well, I never do. See you soon Leese, way sooner than you think. J.R'

She could barely breathe. And needless to say, she couldn't get any fucking sleep after that.