Where was she? Ever since a few minutes after she had jumped, Jackson had been looking for her, and it had now been six hours. She wasn't at the Lux Atlantic, she wasn't with her sister, she wasn't in the apartment, Jack had practically looked everywhere. But there was still one thing that he didn't get; if she was dead, how did she get the idea to jump? She couldn't commit suicide, because she was already dead. Well, she was, wasn't she? Nothing made sense anymore. It might have been the fact that it was late, but his mind kept playing up. If he had to endure any of this for much longer, he would have to go into his brother's asylum (Arkham). It was all too much for him, so he decided to stop looking and get some damned sleep.

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The next day came. Jackson woke up a lot earlier than usual. It wasn't due to the fact that he had a job to do (He really didn't. He was on vacation), but it was because of Lisa. Lisa Reisert, once a simple victim, nothing more, now she was his ghostly lover that had mysteriously disappeared. Why should he still care about her, why would he even call her his girlfriend? Yes, she was brave, strong, pretty, everything that he wanted, but she was supposed to be dead! She had been hit by a truck, in the middle of the night, with a storm beating on and on. She had died two weeks ago, and her potential funeral was being talked about.

There it was again; the same insane questions that had kept him going last night, and they were the same questions that made him go home. Those questions were the ones that could land him in Arkham. After the life that he had had with his brother (and how much they hated each other), Jackson would do anything not to get put in the mental hospital.

'Wait a minute, that's it' Jackson said to himself. Of all the places that he had been to last night, it wasn't the hospital. Wasn't her body supposed to be there? And if that was there, there was a good chance that the rest of her was there, as well!

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He walked down the white corridor of the hospital. There was a strong smell of disinfectant in the air, and the TV from the children's ward was blaring out as he past it. In the past, he had absolutely hated kids, but over the years, that sense of loathing had weakened slowly. One thing that had been on his mind for a few month was what it would be like to have one for his own.

'Mr. Rippner, could you follow me?' one of the nurses said to him.

He did as he was told, and was taken to a room. The nurse left him, closing the door. He had ten minutes to see her. As he turned to face her, he saw Lisa's sister. But she wasn't visiting Lisa. Come to think of it, where was Lisa? Jack had expected to find her lying in the bed, but she wasn't.

'Oh, hi!' she said to him.

'Hi. Um, where's Lisa?' he asked.

'Oh, she should be back home now…'

'What?'

'Yeah, she recovered. Isn't it great?' she squeaked.

'Yeah, it is…' he replied. That was good news.

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He unlocked the door and stepped inside. There was a suitcase near the kitchen. Jackson knew it was Lisa's. Who else's could it be?

'Leese?' he called out.

There was no reply. There was only one other place that she could be.

He locked the door again and went up to the roof. Sure enough, there she was. She looked solid this time (which was a good sign). He approached her, but she didn't seem to notice him. She just continued to stare at the surroundings in front of her. Jackson noticed that she seemed peaceful, and to the extent that he hadn't seen before. He was, over all, happy for her, and the fact that everything was back to normal.

He decided not to lay a hand on her shoulder, or something like that. The last thing that he wanted was a dead Lisa (and a possible never-coming-back type, of that). Besides, it probably was just his imagination that caused him to think that she was dead. Yes, that was it; it was his sick, psychopathic mind that had seen far too much death 9or, more than it needed to, anyway). Instead, he simply said 'Hi'. As she heard it, she turned to him. She smiled (even if he thought it looked a little unsure. 'It must be the shock of becoming human, again' he thought to himself). Then her eyes lit up with something like confusion.

'Hi…' she muttered, her expression still the same.

'So, how're you feeling?' he asked.

'Fine… yeah, fine, fine…' she replied.

Lisa

Who is this man? Why is he in my house? Must be a new neighbour. Shit, how long have I been away? I've gotta get with the times!

Jackson

Why is she acting like this? Surely she knows it's a bit of a sick situation to be joking, doesn't she? Come on Lisa, this just isn't funny anymore…

And back again

Lisa decided that it was her turn to speak.

'So, you come here often?' she asked him, trying to sound like a friendly neighbour. After all, first impressions count.

'Yeah…' he replied, his voice dripping with the sense of 'you should know'.

'Oh…'

'So… how is everything?' he asked.

'Great... And you?'

'Fine…'

She studied him fro a moment. Then she said something that made everything clear.

'So how long since you moved here?'

'Huh?'

'Well, I've been in hospital for a long time, so I really don't know what's going on with the world…'

'Neither do I', Jack thought to himself.

'What don't tell me that you don't remember?' he said, as if it were a funny joke.

'Re…member what, exactly?'

'God no… No, she can't just forget!' he thought again.

'Lisa… Honey… don't tell me that you don't remember! The apartment, you not knowing what the hell was going on, us… in the apartment!' he pressed, his hands gripping onto her arms.

'Wha…?'

'Lisa…' he whispered, one of his hands falling onto hers. Maybe that would work. Right now, anything would do.

'No… I'm sorry, I don't…' she replied. With that, she took her hand from his, and went back to the apartment.

The end

Well? Bet you didn't see that coming! No, I got the idea from the alternative ending on the DVD. Should I do a sequel? I don't know, just put it in the review. Sorry about this taking so long, yadda yadda. Anyways, I'm off to finish the 'Jack the Ripper' story now, so please R and R!

Oh yeah, big chocolate-chip, marshmallow cookies to all of you that have stuck with me. Thank you!