After cleaning up her leg they both fell asleep, Elizabeth draped across Jack's legs. He awoke to her screaming, and being brutally dragged away from him by her ankle. "JACK!" She screamed, reaching out for him as she was being pulled away by someone he couldn't see.

"NO!" He growled, surging forward, trying to grab onto her hand. She was pulled completely out of the cell, and Jack jumped to his feet and ran towards his assailant, finally managing to see the outside of the cell. He reached for the sword that wasn't there. The man pulled Elizabeth to her feet by her hair to her feet, and put his knife to her throat. Jack stepped back, breathing heavily.

"Let her go," Jack said, to the man whose face was covered in shadow.

"Why should I?" He said.

"She's not the one you want, I am," Jack said.

"When are you going to tell us where the heart is?" The man said.

"As soon as I remember," Jack said quickly.

"When is that?"

"Look... Soon, it's soon."

"When the hell is soon?"

"Look, I don't actually know… you have the wrong man! I can't tell you what you want! You're holding me here for nothing! She's here for nothing!"

"I think I should put her in another cell to help you remember," The man said, pressing the knife to her throat and revealing a line of blood. Jack inhaled sharply, realizing that the man did not believe him. Why should he?

"No, no, she'll help me remember. Just..."

"Get back in there," The man said, pushing Jack back into the cell. He stood outside with Elizabeth, smiling evilly down at her. She elbowed him in the gut, getting him off guard, and then began to take off running. He grabbed onto her ankle, causing her to crash back down onto the ground. He immediately threw her back into the cell, slamming the door and locking it back. The man was yelling to someone else unknown as his voice died away.

Jack rushed over to Elizabeth, taking her face in his hands.

"I'm sorry," She whispered.

"For what?" he asked.

"Not waiting for you..."

"You did the right thing love, if you have a chance to get out of here, you take it," He said, but she didn't hear him as she fell into unconsciousness. He turned her over, and looked at the brand new scrape on her forehead, dangerously close to the old one. He ran his hand over the cut the man's knife had given her. He laid her head back down on his jacket, and got up. He yelled as long as he possibly could, letting out all the anger that had been building up these past months. He grabbed onto his head and slid down to the ground.

"Oh, bugger, how am I going to get out of this..." He said to himself, his voice breaking. He shook his head in the darkness, apologizing to Elizabeth a million times over. He scooted over and lay next to her, brushing the strands of hair out of her face.

"I've got to come up with something..." He said, "For your sake if not for mine." He kissed her lightly, and intertwined her hand with his, looking at her face in the moonlight.