He had been up all night once again, coming up with a plan to rescue Elizabeth and very possibly himself. He couldn't let her be here anymore, he needed to get her out of here so they would stop hurting her. Once she was gone, he could focus on himself. He looked up at the window again, and then brought himself to his feet, walking over to it.

He reached up as high as he could, and barely got his hands around two of the bars. He shook them, to see how sturdy they were. They moved back and forth loudly, sounding like, with just the right amount of force, that they'd come off. He'd have to pick her up again; she on his shoulders would get a better grip than him standing on the ground. He'd have to wait until she woke up. He walked over to where she was, and sat down next to her. He gazed down at her with a grave look on his face. He cupped her cheek with his hand, and she leaned into it.

"Elizabeth?" He asked softly. She moaned, and then opened her eyes, searching him out. She found him, and they both smiled.

"How do you feel?" He asked her.

"I have an awful headache," She said, reaching up and beginning to rub her temples. Jack pushed her hands away and did it for her. She studied his face... he looked upset, more upset then she had ever seen him. He also looked determined, completely ready to do something that he knew needed to be done.

"Jack..." She whispered, taking hold of his hands. He smiled.

"What is it?"

"What are you going to do?" She said in a small voice. Jack looked off into the distance, and then over at the window. He looked back down at her. "Lemme help you up," he said. He wrapped his arm around her waist and she held onto his shoulder. When she got to her feet, Jack looked her seriously in the eye.

"Elizabeth... You have to get out of here, savvy?"

"What... what do you mean?

"The bars on that window aren't stuck on there very well; I think we could probably pull them off if I propped you up there again. If we're able to get them off, I think you can fit through there. Once you do, I want you to get as far away from here as you can, you understand, Lizzie?"

"Jack... I can't," She said, looking down.

"Why not? You're healing up perfectly; you seem to be walking fine..."

"I knew, last time, with that man, that I wasn't going to get away. I just knew it. If I actually had an opportunity to get away... without you... I don't know if I could do it. I don't think I can leave you here," She said, her voice breaking.

"Love, I want you to," Jack said, pulling her chin up so she was looking at him.

"I can't leave you here to die. I can't do that to you. Not again."

"Oh, Lizzie..."

"It hurt so much, last time, I just couldn't bear it. I couldn't bear what I had done to you. I can't do to you again," She said, starting to cry. Jack was about to try to convince her again, but the look on her face just broke his heart. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her as she buried her head into his chest.

"I'm sorry," She cried.

"No, no, love, don't be sorry. I admired your actions, then," He said, smiling, "Very Pirate of you, like I said. Now look, Lizzie," He pulled away and looked her in the eye, "I'm sorry to say this, but I'm not asking, I'm telling. I need to get you out of here."