"Teresa come take a seat. How are you?"

Lisbon's been ordered to visit the CBI psychiatrist. Jane has assured her that he's doing okay and that she shouldn't come visit him until the afternoon. She spent the morning slowly getting ready and making her apartment more presentable until she received the call to come in. She's feeling more relaxed that she has in along time. Going along Jane's road to vengeance while trying to prevent him from doing something stupid, has been exhausting. While she'll never be glad that Red John took Jane and abused him the resulting consequences are something that is surprising and she's grateful for. She takes a seat and looks at the woman who summoned her.

"I'm good thank you."

"That's great to hear and how's Mr. Jane?"

"He's doing well. He's starting physio therapy to strengthen his damaged muscles and his doctor's pleased with how his other injuries are healing."

"How is he coping mentally and emotionally with the experience?"

"He was having a hard time but he eventually opened up to me and he's doing good. He's doing better than he has in a long time I think."

"That's great news. I felt that he would be more likely to open up to you. I've been a victim of his disdain for psychiatrists and doubted that he'd allow me to help him. I have to see him and evaluate him though so I can sign him off."

"He'll be in the hospital for a couple more weeks yet."

"I'll probably pop by and see him after appointments this afternoon. Will you be there."

"Yes I'm going over there now."

"Great I'll see you later."

Jane can tell it's still early by the quite hum of the hospital. He can't wait to be released but fears it'll be awhile hates hospitals. They're never good places to rest, people always coming in poking and prodding. Being ordered around like your eight again and the boredom is the worst. The same four walls,the same sounds and smells and even the same people. He is devising an escape plan for when he feels stronger. He knows that Lisbon will just drag him back when she finds him but at least he would have felt the sun kiss his skin and breathed in the smells of the outside world. But despite being in hospital he feels good. Better than he has for a long long time. He feels lighter, as if a great weight has been lifted off him. He feels free, that he has control over his life. He feels happier.

He stays awake until after breakfast working on his escape plan. He feels he"s almost overcome all the weak spots. There is a big one called Lisbon but he's accepted there's not much he can do about that one. He begins to feel drowsy and pushes his tray away from the bed and gives in to the sleep weighing down his eyelids.

Why is it dark again? Jane can't remember how he got here, or why. He feels that it is narrow and holding his arms to the side he doesn't have to lean far to feel walls on either side of him. He has no idea how long the hallway is but he knows he's in a hurry. He is going somewhere to do something he just doesn't know where or what. He searches his brain, that he can usually count on to never fail him. It keeps him half a dozen steps ahead of everyone else, well nearly everyone else, there's one person who always seems to elude all his efforts. Panic ignites within him, whatever this is it has something to do with Red John. At least that is a part of the puzzle solved. His feet quicken their pace in response.
Jane pushes the panic down as it his clouding his thoughts. Whatever it his he needs to remember he can feel the urgency deep within him. He pulls on all his powers of concentration to remember - he must remember. Suddenly his ears are assaulted as loud laughter fills his space. A laughter he knows so well, taunting, laced with cruelty.

"Where are you Patrick? She's waiting for you. You promised you'd always save her."

Images flash through his mind of torture and Lisbon at a press conference taunting Red John, practically begging him to come get her. Fear now consumes him and propels him forward at a greater pace. Running and running but there seems no end to the darkness. His heart is pounding in his chest, his breaths are ragged and gasping, his body is screaming for him to stop but he can't he has to reach her, help her. As his body is rebelling against him the laughter starts again and he uses it to feed his will. Just as he reaches the point when he can't go on any longer, he's unable to get enough oxygen into his lungs and he's almost doubled over with pain, there's a light. It's coming from under a door. The laughter abruptly ceases and the silence is broken only by Jane's own gasps. He's aware of a feeling of familiarity as his hand grasps the knob, surprised to find it's trembling. The light blinds him as the door fully opens.

"Patrick you found us. I'm so glad I'd have hated to have done this without you here after all it's your gift. Jane halts at the sight of an unconscious Lisbon bound to a chair, legs stretched behind her, her back arched, her head forced back exposing her neck with a knife held pressed against it.

"Let her go it's me you want."

Jane is slowly moving towards them.

"Now that's where your wrong Patrick. Not this time."

"Nooooo" Jane lunges as Red John draws the knife across Lisbon's throat. He pushes Red John out the way and takes Lisbon in his arms. Soon he's covered in her blood. Her eyes never opened but he can tell the moment her life slips away. He holds her tighter and screams her name.

Jane startles himself awake. He checks himself for blood and his surroundings. It was just another nightmare. He reaches for the hospital phone and with shaking hands dials. His heart rate is still not back to normal when the phone at the end of the line is answered.

"Cho I need you to bring me something from the attic."