Jack lay after every encounter with his friend and thought about the past. It was haunting him again. Over and over he played Kim's death in his head each time something different happening, but each time her brains on him. His mind was so confused now he wasn't sure which one it was. He closed his eyes hoping death would come, but it never did, he never got what he wanted, even when it was the worse for himself. He felt his mangled, sore tired body sleeping into sleep even through the music his mind blocked it out and soon enough he was asleep.

There were camera strategically placed throughout the room so that Jack couldn't find them. They monitored his brain waves as he slept waiting for the longer waves to occur. Once he went into REM sleep they would wake him, causing him to be even more tired and disoriented than if they didn't let him sleep at all.

When the longer waves occurred they gave him a few minutes and then sent the big man back into the room. This time he poured a bottle of water over Jack's head.

Jack woke slowly shaking his head as the water landed on it. He squinted his eyes trying to clear them. He tried to sit up but was meant with immense pain. He looked up at the man and croaked weakly, "What can I do for you?"

"Who was Nina working for?" The man asked Jack finally he asked a question Jack could answer to stop the beatings.

Jack closed his eyes to block out the wave of pain. The man reached down and grabbed his mangled body of the ground. As he did so he grabbed Jack's hurt arm, causing Jack to cry out in pain. "I don't know." Jack said through clinched teeth.

"I know your lying."

"How?" Jack asked defiantly still holding on to the little defiance he could muster.

"We have our connections Jack." The man threw him back to the ground. When Jack collided with the cement he cried out in pain again. He had began to believe if he cried out in pain more often the man would leave him alone quicker and for longer, he had nothing to back this theory up, and he was in fact wrong, each session was at the same time, fixed interval, and for the same amount of time fixed time???. Either way it was a classic classical conditioning set up with other techniques mixed in. The man grabbed Jack off the ground and threw him roughly into one of the chairs.

"Now you can answer my question and I'll leave you alone and someone will bring you in something to drink and possibly to eat or we can go around again. I'm really have to tell you Jack this is a one sided fight here. I mean Nina put up more of a fight before she squealed and blamed everything on you."

"Yeah I expected that from her." Jack said closing his eyes slightly. The man noticed this and knew Jack had been disappointed by the revelation of Nina narcing on him.

"So why don't you answer my question?"

"Cuz I don't know the answer. I already said that." Jack clearly moody.

"I know you know the answer."

"Well if you know I know it than you must know the answer than why do you need me to tell you?"

"Because I want you too. You do what I say? That simple."

"Ain't that simple Sherlock."

The man hit Jack in the gut twice each time knocking the wind out of Jack and feeling Jack's rib cage cave as he hit it.

Jack sat in the chair bent over as much as he could gasping for breath.

"Now Jack I've been nice till now."

"Really I haven't noticed." Jack barely croaked audibly.

"You know as well as I do that there are other area's that hurt a lot worse when they get hit or messed with Jack."

"I knew you were gay." Jack answered almost laughing.

The large man quickly flung the chair back sending Jack toppling to the floor. Jack lay on the ground and tried to curl up, even as it caused immense pain, to avoid further damage to his ribs and other body parts. When the man finished kicking Jack he looked at the broken man, "Who does she work for? Think about that."

Tony awoke to see the entire ordeal and he walked outside to find the man outside the door to Jack's room. "Don't react to his comments. When you get mad it fuels him. He knows he getting to you." Tony said to the man who was clearly angry.

"Fine." The man said flatly.

"Go in there with a bottle of water drink it slowly. Make sure he's watching. Take some sort of good smelling food in to. He's in pain, but he's probably starving by now, I know he hasn't eaten in over a day or two, and I'm sure he hasn't had anything to drink since I've been with him. These two things might help break down his resolve some."

"Anything else?" The man asked Tony in a polite manner.

"No." Tony answered. "Don't kill him."

"That's not my plan." The man said walking away.

Kate watched the hole ordeal and asked Tony when he noticed her behind him finally, "You want to go get some breakfast?"

"Sure. I'm starving. Where at?"

"We have our own cafeteria and since it's a small staff we have our own personal chef." She said grabbing him by the arm leading him down the hallway.

When the man returned he walked in with a tray of ravioli that made the hole room smell like ravioli other than blood and sweat. Jack barely lifted himself off the cold hard ground to see the man place the tray of food on the table. Jack's body hurt, his stomach ached and he doubted he could eat, but the smell of the food made him hungry. He could feel his stomach growl as it caused pain.

"Hungry?" The man asked Jack who was on the ground looking up at him.

Jack didn't answer him. The man pulled out two bottles of water placing them on the table. He grabbed one off and opened it up and gulped it slowly as Jack watched with his dry mouth getting dryer ever second. When the man finished half the bottle he said, "We can make a trade here or you can watch this food go away. It's up to you?"

"What do you want?" Jack asked.

"Who does Nina work for?"

"I'm not sure the exact people." Jack we telling the truth. "I know at one time there was a guy named Max, and this other girl she called Bertha. Other than that I don't know. I never meant any of them personally. No one trusted me even after I clearly left the side of the angles." Jack said flatly.

"Good Jack." The man left the room with the bottle of water and food on the table.

Jack struggled to stand up to get to the food. He stumbled clumsily towards the table each step causing pain. When he finally reached the table he used his good arm to hold himself up to move towards the chair with the food in front of it. Jack sat down slowly his body hurting. He had no silverware and the food was on a plastic plate, he wasn't going to complain nor wait any longer. He was sure that at any minute someone would come in and take the food away from him. He ate quickly hunched over the food. When he finished it he quickly drank the bottle of water. Savoring every last swallow even if it caused his stomach and ribs to scream out in pain. When he finished he set the bottle back on the table and leaned back gently in the chair closing his eyes. The music had been off for an hour and he was happy to not hear it.