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Phrases in italics are Lisa's communications with Jackson.

2: 04 am.

Wednesday.

"Jack? Jack? What's wrong, Jack?"

"Hey you! Be quiet back there!" one of the guards came up the aisle and glared at her.

She shrank down and played scared of him; it didn't hurt that she was terrified of what was happening to Jackson. "Talk again and you'll spend the rest of our time unconscious."

She nodded ferverently, eyes wide. He continued to walk down the aisle, his semiautomatic cocked in hand.

She hesitantly reached out a hand and touched Jackson's forehead. The blood stuck to her hand and she wiped it off on the blanket after smelling it. Yes. It was definitely blood, but it reeked of something she hadn't smelled in years, not since junior biology where she had to dissect a –

Jack. Your blood reeks of formaldehyde. she narrowed her eyes in an accusatory way. What's going on?

"I don't fucking – yeuchh!" he retched, spewing up a mouthful of the same brackish fluids. He was shaking, convulsing almost. The seat in front of him dripped with it.

Shit, Jack. If you don't tell me what's going on we're going to be in deep trouble…

He looked at her, coughing lightly and then retched again, managing to lean over his knees. When he was finished he let the ends of it dribble out of his mouth, spitting slightly.

"Nothing is – ugh." he convulsed again but didn't throw up. Instead, his nose began to bleed slightly.

She made a face, and then pulled him into her seat, pushing his face against her shoulder – she was still wrapped in the dark blanket, hoping it would hide the stains – in lieu of pinching it shut.

Press against it. Try and stop the bleeding. I need you to tell me what's going on; I need to know what that man knows and why you're not telling me!

"Fine." he finally said, quietly, though his nose – being pinched – obscured some of his syllables. "Fine. I didn't exactly tell you the whole truth before. When you shot me, I didn't die. Where you shot me in the chest, with a proper surgeon, I should've been able to live."

But you didn't. she looked up, slowly. It was finally dawning on her – the realization that all was not well with the world of Jackson Rippner. You didn't live.

"I failed in my mission. I paid the ultimate price for that."

She nodded silently, closing her eyes. Death. she murmured.

"Yes." he coughed slightly and she pressed his head closer into her shoulder, feeling the blood flow finally let up. "They found me in the hospital, still recovering from my impromptu tracheotomy. They didn't want me questioned; they didn't want me in court. So they pumped my body full of chemicals – including formaldehyde – and then left me there to die a horrible, screaming, yet silent death."

Her stomach felt queasy. She shivered slightly as he convulsed again, but this time it wasn't so strong. He lifted his head back; he was no longer bleeding from any orifice.

Jackson moved off her in silence, sitting back down in his own seat. "The rest of it is true. They burned my body because no one stepped forward to claim it and pay for a decent coffin."

I…I didn't know.

"Of course you didn't know, I didn't tell you." he said crossly. "I didn't…I didn't want you to know." he said quietly. "I didn't think it would leave me like…this." he gestured to the blood that was on his jacket, pants, floor, seat and her blanket.

Well it did. she let out a long breath. So now what?

"I'm fresh out of ideas right now." Jackson frowned. "Only thing I can think of is waiting until we're released.

If. She had a horrible thought right then; an image of them all massacred on the plane because the terrorists weren't paid. If we're released.

"Don't be stupid, of course we're going to be released." Jackson frowned, pulling out a napkin from the seat in front of him and wiping down his shirt, trying to clean it off.

You can't know that for sure. She blinked. Wait a minute…

"Wait a minute what?"

Ghost? Possession? Ring a bell? she thought excitedly.

His eyes got very big. "Uh-uh! Not a chance! I'm not moving into one of their bodies just so you can find out what their plans are!"

She gave him a look. One which clearly said, if you don't get up there and find out what's going to happen, I'll make you wish you'd been born a girl.

He gulped, straightened his jacket, and took off down the aisle.

"She's going to regret this." he muttered to himself.

To Be Continued…