'Jane please open up, I know you're in there'. Lisbon pleads, knocking on the door to Jane's airstream.

It is midday, the day after the murder of the night before. Jane hasn't been heard from since he walked out on the crime scene. Too shaken, he needed to be alone. Now he is in his airstream, the blinds drawn in his darkened space. He is not depressed, nor thinking over his terrible past. Instead he is feverishly packing a small bag of essentials. A few shirts, some cash and an untraceable cell phone, he's managed before with little, he can do it again.

Lisbon wraps on his door again. 'Talk to me. Patrick please, I'm worried.'

Jane pauses mid packing and sighs to himself. He knows Lisbon only uses his name when she is truly worried about him. He has no choice but to talk to her. He opens the door but only slightly.

Lisbon looks at him, he is unshaven, unwashed and his clothes are disheveled.

'Did you even sleep last night?' She asks him.

'Some'. He answers vaguely. He seems annoyed that she is still standing there.

'What are you doing in there?' She asks curiously, when it is obvious from his stance he doesn't want her peering in the doorway.

'Nothing, just…sorting through some things'. He remains vague.

'Jane. Let me in now'. She uses her controlling voice, trying to mask her worry.

'No uh…' He stammers. 'Don't go in…'

But it is too late she has already pushed past him into the airstream. She immediately takes in the mess of the room and the hurriedly packed bag.

'Going somewhere?' She asks him curtly, her arms crossed, the hurt evident in her eyes.

'Look I have to, you saw what happened last night, the letter was for me. And me alone. I have to deal with this. I will not let anyone get hurt again'. He quickly tries to explain.

Lisbon sits down on the edge of his bed. She can't look at him. She understands why he would think this way; all those years of pain can't disappear in a few months. She knew this. And yet she really thought he had grown, had come to realize that she wasn't going anywhere, no matter how scary the world may be.

'Ok go, obviously you don't need me here. Just let me know you're safe when you get to where you need to go'. She says sadly, giving up on him so soon.

'Teresa…I have to…' Jane attempts to comfort her to no avail.

'Goodbye Jane'. Lisbon says and she walks out of the airstream closing the door behind her.

Jane suddenly angry with himself takes his anger out on the wall next to him. Leaving no remnants of a physical scar behind.