About half an hour later a teenaged boy stumbled up to the seat. Lisa's stomach fell.

No, no, she prayed. Tell me he didn't find it. Someone who could stop the plane was supposed-

"Does your seat really have a bomb?" he asked boldly. Lisa looked away and clenched her eyes shut so she wouldn't catch the glare from Jackson. Even so, she felt the intense blue burning into the back of her skull.

"No, it doesn't, actually," Jackson responded coolly. The boy obviously got scared because Lisa heard him run off.

"Now, Lisa, we wouldn't have had anything to do with that, would we?" Jackson asked sweetly. Lisa didn't answer. He grabbed her wrist. "Did we?"

Lisa finally turned to look at him. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Liar," Jackson hissed, pulling her to her feet. "Let's go take care of this, shall we?"

Lisa sighed and let him drag her into the bathroom. He slammed the door behind them.

"Where is it?" he growled. When Lisa didn't answer he seized her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. "Where is it?"

"I-Jackson, I-didn't write-it," Lisa stuttered. Jackson shook her chin harshly.

"Tell me now or Tanya gets a nice warm welcome into the morgue," he threatened. Lisa bit her lip and pointed at the graffitied section of wall in defeat.

Jackson wet a paper towel and shoved it into Lisa's hand. "Clean it off."

Lisa looked up at him, suddenly filled with strength. "Make me," she hissed angrily. Jackson raised an eyebrow.

"As you wish," Jackson seized her wrist and slammed it against the wall, fiercely scrubbing at the blue pen marks. Lisa made a weak noise and tried to pull it away but the mark had faded slightly before he released it.

"Do you need to be persuaded more?" he sneered. Lisa shook her head. "Good."

Lisa sullenly scrubbed the markings from the wall, feeling more and more as if she were an obstinate four-year-old who'd crayoned her mother's wall.

"Now, Leese," Jackson threatened when she'd finished. "I mean it this time. Pull another stunt and she's gone. Understand?"

And Lisa knew by the look in his eye that he meant it this time.