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11:00 pm.

Tuesday.

Good evening, everyone. This is your captain speaking. The seatbelt sign has been turned off, and you're free to walk about the cabin now. We would like to remind you that there is no smoking permitted at any time during this flight…

For a few minutes, all Lisa could do was stare out the window and pretend there wasn't some kind of creepy pseudo-ghost thing beside her. The weather was rather low, and they'd risen above the storm clouds. The sky was a long stretch of black velvet, with little diamonds studded in it here and there.

"Leese."

She let out a soft sigh and turned back to look at…him. "Jack."

He grinned. "Dead and kicking. Now. Let's get back to our plan."

"Shut up. You're not real, and I'm not going to listen to you." she said bitterly, turning to stare out the window again.

He bit her exposed neck slightly – she shrieked and jumped, causing the people around her to stare at her oddly.

"No, no, I'm fine – sorry – " she flushed. "I pinched myself on the seat, that's all."

"You'll have to be more careful this time. Nobody can see me or hear me but you – and that means you'll have lot harder of a time trying to explain yourself." Jackson said, relaxing back in the seat again.

She bit her lip and touched the side of her neck where he'd bitten her. She could feel slight teeth marks, and she adjusted her scarf over them as her guts swam in nervousness and misery. "Fine. You're real. Now what do you want?"

"The same thing as last time. The aide to a kill."

"Don't be stupid." she hissed. "Last time it got you killed. You can't make me help you this time."

"You already are. It's going to be far easier than last time." he grinned. "Our target…is on this flight."

Her eyes widened. "What?" she hissed.

"A spy. A government spy that's on his way to HQ to deliver a very important message. And it's our job – your job – to make sure it never gets there."

"Forget it. I'd die before I'll help you kill again." she turned her head away.

"And you probably will. You see, this plane is rigged to explode the minute it hits the ground again. Fail-safe this time." he smiled. "If you don't help me kill him…the minute this plane lands, everybody dies. That elderly woman up there – those two darling six-month-old twins back there, that newlywed couple just about to go on their honeymoon – and you. Kaboom." he grinned.

"No." she went white. "You couldn't."

"That's getting to be a really annoying word, you know." he sighed and rolled his eyes. "I've never lied to you before. Why would I bother to start now? You help me kill this guy, I go to where the bomb is and defuse it." he cracked his knuckles. "Funny thing, this body. I can touch you, and other humans. But I can also go through things." he slid his arm through the back of his seat, in and out like a hot knife through butter. "You help me kill this guy, and I turn the ticker off. So. What'cha say?"

She felt her fists clench, nails digging into her palms. Skin split and suddenly her left hand felt warm and sticky.

"Mmm." he turned her hand over and daubed at her blood with a forefinger, resting it on his tongue. "Blood is the life. Are you willing to give up yours, and everyone's on this plane, just for being stubborn? It's the perfect plan, and you'll never get caught. Besides. It's someone you don't even know, this time. So easy. So little to give." he smiled.

"It's a long flight." she whispered. "Give me some time. I just need…I need to think about this."

He shrugged. "You're right – it's a long flight. Take all the time you need. Just know that it needs to be done long before we go into descent. Because I can't defuse the bomb while it's going off."

She shivered slightly at his cold, callous words.

"I understand."

"Good." he smiled, sitting back in his seat. "Oh, and don't try to tell anyone either. They'll never find it before they're ordered to land. And when that happens…" his grin widened again.

"I know, I know. Be quiet." she whispered, staring out the window again. God help me.

He sat back, crossed his legs. "Wake me when you've made a decision."

He closed his eyes.

To Be Continued…