1"Wake up, Lisa," Jackson's hands shaking her woke her up.

Lisa opened her eyes and sat up. Her whole body ached as she looked at Jackson's face.

"Burger King drive thru," he said simply. "Eat something."

"I'm not hungry," she said bitterly. Jackson sighed.

"Suit yourself."

"Where are we?" she finally asked as he pulled away.

"Just outside of Jacksonville," Jackson answered. Lisa laughed at his arrogance of stopping in a town with his name. The clock read 11:42 PM.

As they drove on through the night, Lisa's mind began to form a plan. She looked for the child safety lock on her door, but saw none. Then she looked to the dashboard and saw his cell phone lying there. She bit her lip and looked out the window. A sign for a police station flashed. Now all she could do was wait.

A mile down the road, Lisa was ready. She quickly yanked his phone from the dash and threw open her door, jumping out. Jackson cursed loudly as she fell to the gravel. The rocks ripped her skirt and cut sharply into her knee. Lisa cried out but kept running, her heels not an issue. Jackson slowed the car and turned around. She saw the headlights behind her about a yard back, but she ran as fast as she could into the big stone police building ahead of her.

Lisa threw open the door and screamed, "Help me, please!"

All eyes in the station turned to her. "A man is trying to kill me and my family, please help!" Her voice was edged with tears as an officer walked over.

"He's out on the road, he has a knife and probably a gun, too, please," she cried. The officer sat her down.

"Calm down, ma'am," he told her, taking in her ragged appearance. "What does he look like, name, any other important features?"

Lisa breathed in and nodded. "He has long brown hair, creepy blue eyes, kind of tall, I'm not sure exactly how high...he's skinny, and his name is Jackson Rippner."

The officer turned to the others and yelled, "Rippner's out there somewhere, get him!" About seven officers ran outside to their cars.

"Ma'am, I'm going to need your name and some other information about what happened," he told her, pulling out a notepad.

"My...name's Lisa Reisert, well Rippner-" the officer cut her off.

"Lisa Reisert? The one who was terrorized on that plane five years ago?"

Lisa took a shaky breath and nodded.

"Sweetheart, what happened?"

Lisa took one more gulp of air and began her story.

An hour later, the officer sat shaking his head.

"We're trying to catch him, but for now I think it would be best if you stayed here tonight," he told her. "You can go home tomorrow."

"Please, sir, my family-" she said weakly.

"We already have it taken care of," he told her. "We've sent units to watch your father, mother, and Cynthia for tonight and a team is headed over to retrieve your kids."

Lisa nodded, but still was panicky.

"By the way, I'm Officer Matthews." Lisa nodded gratefully as he led her to the bathroom to get washed up.

Lisa left the bathroom and reentered the lobby. Everything was quiet.

"Officer Matthews?" she called. No answer. She turned around to see dozens of bodies littering the floor. She screamed, and a hand grabbed her. Her face looked into Jackson's.

"They're dead, Leese," he said mockingly, holding up a bloody knife. "You can't win...I want you...you can't beat me..."

Lisa screamed and woke up, her body shaking in a cold sweat.

Officer Matthews came over to her and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders. "Lisa, are you okay? Your kids are here. The assassin at your house seems to have disappeared."

Athena and Jacob ran up to her, their tears all becoming one.

Lisa was escorted back to Miami by Officer Matthews to meet her father. As soon nas she saw him, she collapsed into his arms.

"Daddy," she whispered. He held her tightly.

"It's okay, Leese," he whispered. "He's gone."

Lisa smiled at him as Officer Matthews left. "Call me if you need anything," he told her.

Lisa finally realized how exhausted she was, and, leaving the children with their grandfather, trudged up to her old room.

She missed high school. At the time, she'd thought it a living hell, but now she realized what hell really was. Lisa fingered her old clothes, her pink bedspread, and sighed. She reached into her closet for her hockey stick, just in case, and realized it was gone. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Looking for this?"