As Lisa woke up, she had a strange feeling, as if there were someone else in the room. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself staring into the bluest coldest eyes she'd ever seen. Fear flooded her entire body, as images of her rape, and the last time she'd soon those blue eyes came flowing back to her. She tried to scream as his hand clamped down on her mouth, and his other hand pressed her shoulders deep into her bed. He leaned over and whispered into her ear,

"Hello, Leese, miss me?"

With that Lisa awoke in a cold sweat, the same way she had for the last two months every time she had that dream. Her last two months had been very stressful, Keefe, despite her efforts had died in a car accident on his way back to Washington, thankfully, his family had been in a separate car. The Lux had been in the midst of heavy renovation since that faithful day last month. Lisa had been back at work for a week, after two months of forced vacation suggested from both her boss and her father. Neither of them understood that she needed to be busy, sitting at home had done nothing but make her paranoid, she began to see Jackson in every trick of the light that caused movement, hear him in every noise in her house. He had disappeared from the hospital before the police had even arrived. She knew how worried everyone was about her; she wasn't sleeping and was jumpy, which hadn't been overlooked by anyone. Not by her father who called her at least three times a day, and not by Cynthia who was insisting she spend the night at Lisa's at least twice a week. Still for Lisa the best way to get over the red eye flight was to go to work, she needed to be busy.

She glanced over at the clock and saw that it was already 6 o'clock, she needed to be at work by 9, and like very other night she'd had the dream, she wouldn't go back to sleep. She got up, threw on her bath robe, and walked into the kitchen. She knew she was developing habits, and the police had warned her about that, vary your routine, they had stressed, but she couldn't help it. The OCD part of her personality needed the predictability of a routine. With that in mind she went to the fridge and grabbed two eggs, nothing better then scrambled eggs at 6 in the morning, especially since that was the only thing she could cook. Once the eggs were cooking, Lisa walked into the living room and turned on the stereo, she began to flip through the stations not sure exactly what she was looking for until she landed on a classic rock station, she walked back into the kitchen and began tending to her eggs while listening to the Beatles "Come together." As she poured the eggs from the pan to the plate on the counter, the Beatles abruptly ended, switching over to 94.9 smooth jazz, "weird" she thought, her neighbors must be listening on the same frequency. She strode back over to the stereo and flipped back to her classic rock

"Not a jazz fan Leese?" Before she turned around, Lisa forced herself to remain calm. She'd been hearing his voice and seeing his face everywhere, he was not in her house, there was no way he was in her house. With that thought in her mind Lisa slowly turned around and found herself staring into the cold blue eyes of her nightmares. She had barely any time to register that he was standing there before she found herself pressed between the cabinet with the sound system and Jackson's body. His right hand had both of her hands held high above her head in a vice like grip, with his left hand he held a knife to her throat, which served the purpose of keeping her quiet and stopped her from struggling. Jackson smirked at the look of shock on Lisa's face.

"What, you didn't think I'd let what you and your father did to me slide did you?" Jackson asked silkily, only inches from Lisa's face. She didn't answer him, the knife to her throat and the man holding her against the cabinet had temporarily caused her to lose her voice.

"Leese?" he asked again, and again she didn't respond. "ANSWER ME" he shouted angrily tightening the grip on her hands and the grip on his knife.

"No" she responded in a small voice, avoiding those cold blue eyes.

"I'm sorry Leese, I didn't hear you." Jackson said in the same silky voice. He was playing with her and she knew it, and she didn't like it. He had scared her so much on the plane and she had allowed him to get into her head in the last two months. I'm not letting him do this to me again, Lisa thought. He was still only inches from her face as she responded,

"No Jackson" she said in the strongest voice she could muster, "I thought you'd be back." She said forcing herself to look into those blue eyes that were still so full of hatred for her.

"Good, I would hate to think that you're so naïve Leese." Jackson said quietly, as he let the knife pull away from her throat and let his hand instead find it. He tightly squeezed her throat, stopping any air from passing into her lungs until after a minute she blacked out.