Chows laugh rumbled through the room as Kim glared at him, having fallen silent once more. She was angry at her father for admitting to killing the man; she knew it wasn't true. But why would he admit to a crime he didn't commit? The only plausible answer she could find, was that his confession would end the pain. But that was not her father, and that certainly was not Jack Bauer.
Chow and the men began to speak together in Chinese, their voices hushed as though the two Americans could understand their words. She couldn't help but detect a seriousness to the whispers and it made her stomach churn. She knew she didn't want to be here and see what they would do to her father, but she couldn't leave him. The two men hadn't let go of her arms, their grips not weakening; she was powerless to stop them.
One of the smaller men moved over to her father and kicked him in the face, looking up to Chow for permission before he struck again. Jack closed his eyes in weak protest to the assault, he could hear his daughters haggard screams and feel the pain sear through his body with each tremendous kick he took. But his vision was dark to the world, he didn't want to see anymore; he didn't want to be a part of this.
Deciding Bauer had been punished enough he nodded to the two men by the door, who released Kim from their grips. They expected her to run to her father as they had planned, but instead she stormed over to the man who had just finished his exhausting assault on the man and slapped him twice before being pulled away. Taking a breath they sensed her calm down before they let go for a second time, cautious of another feeble attempt to attack them.
Jack slowly peeked from one eye as he noticed the pain and noise had suddenly stopped. The silence made him cautious - had they taken Kim away? Has she left him, without saying goodbye? Were they going to hurt her to get at him some more?
"Kim," he called out worriedly as he finally made out her figure moving towards him. He reached out a shaky arm to her which she took before sitting down on the messy floor next to him.
His was still whimpering in pain and she began to cry again through sore eyes, defenceless against the tears and emotions roaring through her. She pulled his head into his lap and cried into it, her hands running through his sweaty hair as he closed his eyes. She rocked back and forth as she held him and Jack closed his eyes to try and envision some place else - this was the first small comfort he had felt in months. He wanted to savour the moment, knowing it could be his last.