Relief swamped him as he blinked away tears, the image was still there before him. It wasn't a dream, she was real and she was here and he didn't know what he was supposed to feel. His emotions were all over the place, he knew he should be worried they would hurt her but he was too blinded by his own pain and need; he needed her right now, more than she could ever know.

"Daddy," Kim screeched in a high pitched whisper, having trouble controlling her own emotions. "Oh God, dad…" her voice trailed, as she looked him up and down again; feeling sick at the state of him. What had they done?

"Hey," he said quietly, in what he hoped was a soothing voice. He bit back the cough he wanted to expel, the effort of speaking snagged on his sore throat; he could barely talk.

She was crying again, one hand sat on his cheek gently, it was warm and soft, he didn't want her to move. The second hand moved from his hair to his cheek alternatively, she wanted to try and offer him comfort but was utterly shocked and disgusted by his condition; she didn't know how she could help him now.

"Don't cry," he croaked, wanting to offer her some comfort himself. He wanted to tell her he was fine but he couldn't lie to her, and he was far from fine.

"What have they done," she muttered to herself as she shook her head from side to side, disbelief that this was really him controlling her as she knelt over him. He had tried to sit up but it wasn't possible, so he lay as still as possible on his back; the pain gone as he focussed on her. He had thought he would never see another familiar face again when he realised there was no escape; she had been the only face he knew he wanted to see again; he had ached over the thought of never seeing her again in this life.

The memories of his flashbacks of the three of them together, before Terri's death filtered into his mind and he smiled. The real thing was nicer, it made him feel better, like he had something to live for. But he still wasn't so sure, she would be gone and then he would be back with Chow again.

At the thought of Chow Jacks chest began to rise faster again as the panic reappeared. His eyes drifted shut and Kim wondered if he was losing consciousness; she was beyond worry as she tried to calm him down by speaking to him. She spoke of old times and the people they knew, hoping the talk of something he was familiar would could somehow calm him. It did, and he eventually reached a shaky hand up to rest on her head, before it dropped limply back to the cold concrete as she grabbed it and gently stroked the back of his hand with her thumb.

"What did they do to you," she whispered to herself as his eyes closed again.

Jack herd the question but somehow knew it wasn't directed at him. He felt light headed, dreamlike, but this was real. He wondered why he wasn't ashamed that Kim could see him in such a state, vulnerable, beaten down and abused. Why didn't he feel the need to seem strong and in control? Because he wasn't, probably. How could he convince her he was okay and would pull through when he didn't believe it himself?

Something else the Chinese had ruthlessly taken from him; his confidence.

Feeling a little stronger he focused on Kim again, and began to speak in a whisper, willing his voice to be stronger.

"How did you get here?"

Kim signed. She would have to be careful here, she couldn't risk hurting him anymore, his spirits were clearly non existent right now. "Chase tracked you down, with a bit of help from Heller."

Jacks eyes widened at the mention of Heller; he'd forgotten all about the man. He had been packing to go back to DC when they had grabbed him. Did Heller know where he was? He didn't have the will to ask. What about Audrey, what did she think, did she know the truth? He tried to push the thoughts from his mind; the pair of them hadn't crossed his mind before; why should they now?

"Heller talked to the governor here, he managed to get me here, and convinced them to let me see you."

So Heller did know where he was. Did they care? Were they trying to get him back? Had they abandoned him, as Stephen Saunders had predicted almost two years ago?

Kim smiled sadly as she saw the questions reflected in his mind. She couldn't tell him how her visit was classified, how Heller had worked discreetly, as the government were claming him to be MIA. That's what the women from CTU, Discrol had told her on the phone; that her father was missing. After a five day investigation Chase had uncovered that the higher ups had closed the case and changed his status to AWOL. Despite the fact that the Chinese had him, and had struck a deal with the government, Logan willingly sacrificing his life.

"They are working on getting you home," she added, as though she could strengthen his resolve. She hates lying to him, she new she was projecting her hopes into him as truth; it was wrong but she couldn't tell him the cruel truth. Tears were falling from both pairs of eyes now. He would never get home, they both knew it.

"How are you?" He asked weakly, he was going to pass out and he was afraid she'd be gone when he woke. She smiled, it was so like him to ask her this.

"I'm fine, but I've been so worried about you, thank God they let me see you," she added as she began to sob louder. It hurt Jack, knowing he was the source of her pain and that he couldn't stop it.

He smiled despite this, she was right he thought, 'thank God they let her see me.' A sudden thought struck him, it confused and terrified him at the same time. Why had they allowed her to visit? What would they gain from this? His face turned pale as his hands began to tremble again; they wouldn't allow this unless there was something they would gain; how was this helping them?