Jack lay on the ground trying to summon the energy to get up. His head was already pounding that the annoying music was not helping. He knew what they were doing and it drove him crazy already because he knew this song was enough to make a nun decide she didn't want to believe in god anymore. After a few minutes he pulled his mangled body off the ground, using the table he was able to stand some. He examined his wounds and decided quickly there was nothing he could do. He stumbled over to the mattress where he lay down on it hoping it would be softer than the cement ground. He was sorely mistaken. Springs jutted through the mattress pocking into his skin, and one actually cut him. He mumbled to himself he was to sore to move again so he just lay on the mattress and dealt with it. He slowly scanned the room with his eyes from the mattress trying to figure out where they were watching him from, or even where the music was coming from. He did not find the solution to either. He started to block the music out some and began to close his eyes when he heard the door open again. He was sure it was his friend from earlier.

Jack croaked, "I'm ready for round two. I think your sister joined in at the end too." He smiled to himself even if it hurt.

The man walked over to Jack, "To bad smartars that I don't have a sister."

"Well than maybe it was your wife, but I doubt you have one of those. You mom told me you were a momma's boy." Jack taunted.

"Funny. You are very funny. Maybe you should have a third career in comedy."

"You think?" Jack croaked.

Jack used the wall to push himself into a standing position, even if it was the worse pain he ever felt, he was not going to let this idiot see him down.

"I guess she must have been as good as your daughter was. I had her six times." The man said knowing he was hitting a not with jack, they had told him to do it, and if Jack persisted to bring the wife in on it too.

Jack's pain subside the minute the adrenaline rush came through him because of the comment. He went at the man angry ready to kill him. The man blocked his punches easily and finally threw one himself landing hard against Jack's jaw. Blood flying out of Jack's mouth sending him to the ground dazed. The man began to kick Jack again and again quickly. He stopped after a few hits and picked Jack up like he was a rag doll and threw him again against the wall. When he got back to Jack he kicked him a few more times and than pulled him off the ground by grabbing a fist full of his now blondish red hair, do to the blood coming out of various cuts on his face, the back of his head and his body. "So was it my mom?"

Jack was barely conscious and couldn't take anymore. He closed his eyes and swallowed a mouth full of blood before he answered, "NO."

"That's much better Jackie boy." The man threw Jack again against a wall, this time Jack landed on the mattress with a scream of agony as one of the broken springs went through his arm and was poking out the other side.

The man waked up to Jack and said, "Ouch that looks like that hurts."

Jack had his eyes squeezed shut he was trying to block out the pain. He slowly pulled his arm off the broken spring. As he did he called out in pain and put his arm protectively against his body.

"You don't seem so tough." The man spit on him as he turned to leave the room.

Jack lay on the mattress grasping his bleeding arm in pain. He couldn't focus his mind on anything but the pain. And the music began again, he screamed out as if someone were listening, "I love this sh!t. Turn it up some." He felt almost as if he were back in North Africa. The continuous visits from a man twice if not three times his size, the pain, coldness that now over took the room, and the lack of hope. The only thing he could think of that was different was him. In North Africa he never once resisted he wanted to die, and he was sure they would kill him, but they never did they broke him down and Nina molded him into the person he was now. The old Jack was thinking this as the new Jack fought with him to blame everyone else for his troubles.

Tony sighed with relief when he saw Jack say no. He didn't know how much more he could watch Jack take a beating. He cringed when he saw the metal spring go through Jack's arm. He broke out laughing from the tension he felt when he saw Jack screaming over the music he could only assume what Jack was saying, but he knew it had to be along the grounds of, "I love this stuff." He could see Jack saying that, never let them see you down.

"I'm just next door if you need anything." Kate said getting ready to leave.

Tony looked at her and asked, "Does my room have one of those nice one-ways?"

"No would you like to see?"

"Yes." He answered truthfully.

Kate didn't even act hurt that he didn't trust her. "Fine follow me." She lead him to the room next door and Tony inspected it and didn't find anything that led him to believe she could watch him.

"Ok so I don't see anything. When can I call Michelle to let her know I'll be gone for awhile?"

"Now. Someone will bring you a phone soon." She said walking him out the door. "I assume you remember the number code to get back into your room by yourself."

"Yes." He said leaving. He punched the code in after swiping his card to get into his room. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and Jack's big friend stood outside with a cell phone.

"Here you go Mr. Almeida. Palmer said keep it he was sure you wouldn't do anything wrong with it." The big man handed Tony the phone. As he did Tony noticed the blood on his clothes, he was sure it was all Jack's as Jack had barely touched the man, and he also noticed the bruised knuckles he was really hitting Jack hard.

"Thanks." Tony said taking the phone from him looking into the room Jack lay in still clutching his bleeding arm. It looked almost as if Jack were singing with the song, but Tony was sure that was an illusion his tired mind was playing on him. He sat on the small twin bed in the corner of the room and dialed his home number.

"Hello?" Michelle said in a worried voice. She had been waiting up for Tony to come home and he still had not.

"Michelle." Tony said almost crying.

Michelle could hear the distress in Tony's voice and her heart sank, "What's wrong Tony?"

"Nothing." Tony quickly got his emotions in check. " I'm on a mission I can't really tell you about. I have to do it. I don't know when I'll be home, I'll try to call you every day. How are things at CTU?"

"Hammond is kicking ars and taking names to try to figure out who's to blame. He wants you in tomorrow first thing to talk, but I doubt that will happened."

"No I'll have them call and brief him that I won't be there." Tony said he was already sure they had called and said they were borrowing Tony.

"I miss you. Do you know how Jack is?" She asked worried about her once friend.

"The doctor said he'd be fine." Tony didn't lie, but he didn't tell the truth. Michelle could tell he was holding back information, but she was sure he had too.

"Call me tomorrow please."

"I will. I love you."

"I love you too. Good night Tony."

"Night baby." Tony hung the phone up and lay down on the bed. He turned the light off in the room and stared into the room Jack was in. He watched Jack until he fell asleep. He had awoken a few times throughout the night. Only once had he seen the man visiting Jack who looked worse every time Tony woke up. Tony tried to fight off the sleep every time, but he was to tired to stay awake.