Ennis drives as fast as the old rusted down truck would go, frequently looking over to Jack and Mrs. Twist, biting his lower lip when he notices that Mrs. Twist is still unconscious. It's been more or less five minutes, though he doesn't have a watch, but Ennis is still worried that Mrs. Twist isn't waking and no one knows why. It doesn't help that they keep getting drivers that think that 10 mph is against the law. Ennis cusses under his breath honks the horn at the slowpokes in front.

Ennis looks over to Jack; Jack looks straight at Ennis with such sad eyes Ennis has to take a second look.

This man doesn't look like his Jack. This Jack is Mrs. Twist's little boy - her only son - and the look that Jack's eyes are showing is haunting, the feeling that is seeping through Jack's once baby blues is pure sadness and fear; FEAR for what is to happen next. If Jack loses his mother, if Mr. Twist loses his wife…, Ennis shudders at the thought and decides to stay focused and with all his might see that that doesn't happen for all he can do is get her to the hospital hopefully in time and to be here for Jack when he needs him.

Ennis steps on the gas when finally the slowpoke driver turns off away from their direction.

"Jack," Ennis tries to get Jack's mind off of the situation when he notices that Jack has a death grip on his mother's hands. Jack looks over towards Ennis. He doesn't say anything. Ennis tries to think of something to talk about.

"Huh, funny, here I am trying to start a conversation with a silent Jack. Usually, Jack won't shut up and here I am having to get him to even say one word," Ennis at first smiles at the thought. "It's true, Jack can talk for hours, that's all I would hear, his chattering," but then Ennis's smile soon turns to a frown. "Funny how much I miss that right now. It would be music to my ears."

"Jack, why don't you tell me how you won your first prize belt buckle?" asks Ennis still keeping his eyes on the road.

The afternoon sun is beaming down on the surrounding land. "It's four blazes out here," Jack complains and rolls down his window.

"A complaining Jack," Ennis smiles like the heavens were shining down on him and just him. "There's my Jack," Ennis thinks. "So, Jack, are you gonna tell me the story?" asks Ennis wanting Jack to talk not only for him but also for Ennis as well.

"I'm not really in a talking mood right now, Ennis," Jack spits out, looking at Ennis.

"The way he said my name… such anger…" I didn't mean to sound insensitive. I just thought it would calm our nerves."

"You're a real thinker, Ennis," mumbles Jack. Ennis decides that talking isn't going to help, at least not with Jack as he is. Ennis rolls his window down and just focus on getting to the hospital.

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Jack sits here holding his mothe's hands trying hard to not just burst into tears. He keeps a close look for any movement from his mother while occasionally looking over to Ennis or out the window.

Hundreds of thoughts and memories flood his senses, that's all he seems to think about. He can smell his mother's pies, the aroma flooding his nostrils and filling up the surrounding area of his childhood home. He can remember having to wait till dinner to taste the treat, which, for a little boy with a sweet tooth, was hard to do. His mother would let him steal a few pieces before dinner which would always make him smile. He can remember his first day at school coming home that afternoon crying in his room for not making any friends and how his mother overheard his crying and came to sit by him and as she holding his hand, she told him "It was your first day, honey. You wait, you're gonna be the most popular one in class, just let them get to know you and I'm sure they'll love you just like I do."

Jack begins to get misty-eyed when he looks over to his mother who has just opened her eyes.

"Mama," Jack hugs her neck and looks at Ennis with a smile and tears just beginning to fall.

Mrs. Twist sits up in the small space looking out into the sunlight. She rubs her forehead, pats Jack's hand and looks over toward Ennis and smiles.

"Mama, what happened?" Jack asks while rubbing his eyes. "Mommy, tell me what happened ..... ? Please, do you remember? Are you alright now?" asks Jack, concern in his voice.

" I ..... I don't know. I saw your father lying there… Is he alright?" Jack nods. "I can't believe you did that Ennis" Mrs. Twist scolds but the old man did deserve it, she admits to herself.

"Forget about him, damn," Jack yells. Ennis looks at Jack and Mrs. Twist lets go of his hand.

"I'm sorry but I'm more worried about you, Jack. I'm fine now, okay? I must've passed out that's all, I'm fine, let's go back home," Mrs. Twist says.

Ennis waits for Jack's answer as he turns into a side road and parks the car, still waiting for Jack's decision. Ennis turns off the truck and places his arms on the steering wheel.

"We are going to the hospital. I don't care if you are feeling better now. I want to find out why you passed out for," Jack says.

"Honey it was a shock to see your father like that. I don't need to go to any other place but home."

"Why don't you want to go?" Jack asks.

"'Cause there's nothing wrong," Mrs. Twist shouts. "I'm sorry, dear." She looks at Jack then at Ennis.

"We're going to the hospital. I left a note for dad, " Jack says while Ennis starts the truck and heads back out on the road. Mrs. Twist turns on the radio not wanting to go for there really is something wrong and she isn't ready for Jack to find out though he surely will now