She slammed the bathroom door behind her and sagged to the floor. She felt the train rocking beneath her and closed her eyes.

How could this be happening? I mean, everything had been going right, she'd been back on track...

And someone forgets to bolt the engine to the wing.

The sudden jolt of flashback dialogue caused her to shake her head furiously to rid of it. This was all so cosmic. Jackson just had to keep coming back, had to keep intruding on her life. And now...now he was here, on a train with her, telling her his true feelings. She thought for a moment. Did she love him back?

Lisa shook her head again to scold herself for even thinking it. Of course not. How could she possibly fall in love with her kidnapper?

She pulled herself up in the tiny space that greatly constricted her movement and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Lisa tried hard not to flinch. Her eyes were red and puffy, her hair that was pulled into a knot at the nape of her neck flying everywhere. Her skin looked blotchy and her clothes were wrinkled. It was then that she fell apart.

It wasn't fair. None of it. Everything always had to happen to her. Her life was like a friggin sitcom. First the divorce, then the rape, the Red Eye flight, now this. She'd never even had an opportunity at a normal life.

Lisa tried to cry quietly and she'd thought she'd succeeded in so when a knock sounded at the door.

"Leese?" Jackson called. "You all right?"

Lisa didn't answer him, furious.

"Leese? Can I come in?"

"Get the hell away from me," she spat. She heard a long sigh and then the door opened.

"Get away from me," she repeated, trying to push him back out. He shut the door behind him.

"Lisa, come on, this is getting ridiculous," he sighed, pushing back his hair. She backed away from him as far as she could.

"Don't you even start telling me how this is so silly," she cried. "All of this, all of how I am now, is your fucking fault."

"Keep trying to kid yourself with that excuse, Leese," Jackson rolled his eyes. "Real healthy." She didn't answer, just clenched her jaw and looked away.

"This is getting so stupid," he smiled at her. "You know you like me."

"Come on, Jack, this isn't fucking third grade," she spat. "I don't swoon at every handsome face I see. I fucking hate you."

"No, you don't," he casually taunted her as he wet a paper towel to try and clean the stain off his shirt.

"And how do you know that?" she sneered. "By spying on me 24/7?"

"Actually, no," he mused. Lisa was annoyed at the fact that this was seemingly all a game to him. "I can see by the look on your face after I kissed you."

Lisa's stomach clenched. "Oh, really? Now, tell me, was this before or after you got your head knocked off?"

"Both," he shrugged, taking her arms. She wrenched away.

"Don't you ever touch me again," she whispered angrily. "And how do I know that you're not pretending to like me so I'll fall for you and do whatever you say?" His eyes flashed. He slammed her against the wall and she braced herself for the physical/verbal beating that was about to occur.

"First of all, Leese, I do have feelings for you, and you need to learn how to trust me," he threatened. "Second of all, I'd get a little less mouthy if I were you because I'm starting to get fed up with all of this bullshit."

She clenched her jaw. "First of all, Jack," she mocked him. "It's kinda hard to trust someone who held you hostage and tried to kill you and a helpless toddler. Second of all, I'll say whatever the hell I want."

Jackson's face flashed and Lisa stared back into his eyes strongly. Finally he released her with a harsh jolt. She pushed past him out of the bathroom and back out to where Mel sat, confused, at the table.

"Eat something," Jackson ordered Lisa as if nothing had just occurred.

"No," she replied simply. The waiter came and took Jackson and Mel's orders.

"Listen, Leese," Jackson said quietly. "I know that you want to make a point by this little hunger strike thing, and I realize that you're pissed at me, but it's not going to help situations at all."

Lisa said nothing out of pure defiance. Jackson sighed and moved on.

"So, Melody," he spoke cheerfully to Mel. "How are things?" Lisa glared at him.

"Her name is Melanie, dumbass," she muttered. He smiled cheekily at her.

"Um...good?" Mel responded quietly, obviously confused that the man who'd kidnapped her was now trying to make small talk. Lisa rolled her eyes and slowly drank her soda.

"Are you in school yet?" he asked again. Mel shook her head.

"Do you miss your daddy?" he asked, his voice holding a sweet venom. Lisa knew it was to rile her up. She slammed down her glass and the table rattled.

"Don't you ever. Talk to. Her again," she ordered. Mel stared at her, afraid.

"Come on, Leese, I figure if you can do it, so can I," he tilted his head cockily.

"Yeah, except as you recall I am the heroine, and you are the villain," she spat at him. He glared at her but then just forced a smile.

"What, you just want me to be an asshole all the time?" he asked her. "I think you're going to need to see both of my sides if we're going to spend the rest of our lives together."

Lisa's stomach dropped. "What did you say?"

"You heard me."

Lisa shook her head, eyes wide. "No, no..."

"Ah, yes," he corrected her. "I'm not planning on letting you go after this whole scenario is finished. You see, you are just way too entertaining for me to let go of."

Lisa did the only thing she could think of. A stupid idea, she knew, but she had to go with it. Her head was spinning and she couldn't think straight. She scooped Mel up in her arms and ran. Ran away from the table, out of the dining car. She ran to find someone, someone to help her...help her out of this hellish nightmare.

"Please," she practically barreled down an attendant. "Help me, there's a man sitting in the dining car, he keeps threatening me and this girl, and my family, please help me, he's going to kill us..."

The attendant shot her a weird look but gently took her shoulders. "Sweetie, calm down, tell me what happened."

"Don't you understand?" Lisa cried. "There isn't fucking time. He's going to fucking kill me!"

Just then Lisa felt someone take her arm.

"Ma'am," Jackson said quietly. "I'm so sorry. In all the hubbub of traveling, my wife forgot to take her medicine. She was diagnosed with acute psycho paranoia, she has delusional nightmares like this all the time." Lisa stared at him in horror.

"I...see," the attendant smiled sympathetically. "Well, if there's anything I can do, please let me know."

"No!" Lisa began to cry, but Jackson shot her a glare and pushed her back to their seats.

"You can't win, Leese."