All Lisa could do was sit. It would be one thing if she had a chance for an escape idea to form, but she was stuck on a plane. Unless she wanted to fling herself from the aircraft, she was out of ideas.

She tapped her fingers absently on the plastic armrest and avoided looking at Jackson. But she could feel his icy eyes boring into her. Finally she got sick of it and whirled around, snapping, "What?"

He just chuckled and averted his gaze forward as if he were hiding a little joke from her. "Nothing."

Lisa made a noise of exasperation. "Tell me, Jack, which innocent kid did you pick to be the pawn this time?"

He looked back at her. "The oldest, Sarah."

"Isn't she, like, sixteen?" Lisa thought out loud.

"Yeah," he nodded. "You two oughta get along great."

"Yeah, it'll be even better when we're kicking your ass," she snapped.

"Lisa, Lisa, Lisa," he crooned. "A teenage girl will be easier to manipulate. We haven't forgotten the parking lot incident, have we?"

Lisa grew stiff and her jaw fell agape. "You wouldn't."

"Ah, no, I wouldn't," he said quickly. "But if she's anything like you that threat will be on her mind 24/7."

"You're an asshole, you know that?" Lisa said in disgust.

"Aw, really, Leese? That's sweet," he chuckled. Lisa just rolled her eyes and willed the plane to move quicker.

Finally the flight attendant told them to fasten their seatbelts in preparation for landing.

"Thank God," Lisa muttered in relief.

"Thought we were scared of landings, Leese?" Jackson teased.

"I am, but the thought of not having to sit next to you in five minutes makes me feel over the moon," she retorted. He just shrugged.

Jackson took her elbow as he grabbed their bags from the overhead compartment and Lisa glared at him.

"Fuck off," she told him vehemously under her breath. He just smiled a big, innocent grin at her.

He hailed a taxi once outside and gestured Lisa in before him in a feigned expression of politeness. Lisa just rolled her eyes and slid in.

Lisa looked out the window as the beautiful architecture of the English city passed by. She sighed. She'd always wanted to come here but never had the chance. At least that was one good thing about this, if any.

They finally pulled up in front of a beautifully ornate hotel and Lisa's jaw dropped.

"Yes, Lisa, we're staying here," Jackson laughed, getting out of the car. Lisa snapped her mouth shut.

"I'm just surprised, Jack, that you'd take two hostages to somewhere that's not falling off the map," she retorted angrily. He smiled as they checked in and gave their bags to the bellhop to bring up.

They got back into the taxi and went further uptown until they arrived at what looked like a shabby motel.

Jackson took Lisa's arm and roughly guided her to room 54. He knocked and waited.

"Who is it?" a voice asked, peeking through the peephole.

"It's Santa Clause," Jackson snapped. "It's Rippner dumbass, open up." The door opened and a tall, bulky man ushered them in.

A pretty blonde teenager sat at the other end of the room, her knees pulled tightly to her chest. Lisa felt so incredibly angry that she couldn't even speak.

"She ready?" Jackson nodded to Keefe's daughter. The man nodded. "How'd you get her?"

"Got her when she went to the restroom at a restaurant with her family," the man laughed. "Damn, they make it too easy."

"Or is it that your sick twisted minds can predict everything and never tire of stalking?" Lisa snapped bitterly, finally finding her voice. The man growled at her and stepped forward but Jackson stepped between them.

"I'm the only one who touches her, Mark. You know the rules," Jackson's voice was deathly, seriously low. Mark sent another angry glance at Lisa but backed off.

"Thanks, Jack, you're sweet, but I'd prefer it if you kept your fucking hands off me, too," Lisa pushed past him and walked over to the girl.

"You let her talk to you like that?" Mark asked quietly and angrily. Lisa heard Jackson sigh and mutter something back. She ignored it and turned to the girl, who surprisingly wasn't even crying.

"Hey," Lisa said warmly. The girl looked up. Her mascaraed eyes looked exhausted. "I'm Lisa-"

"Reisert?" the girl finished. "You're the one who saved my dad, right?"

"Yeah," Lisa smiled, mentally reminiscing over the beautiful thought of shoving a pen into Jack's throat. Sweet, sweet memories...

"Is that..." the girl looked up, suddenly realizing. Her eyes grew wide in fear and shock. "It's that Ripper guy! The one who tried to off my dad and kidnap my sister!"

"Yes, and unfortunately he's taking you, now, too," Lisa sighed. "And me. But don't be scared. He feeds off it. He won't lay a hand on you while I'm here. Promise."

The girl nodded slowly.

"It's Sarah, right?"

Jackson ushered Lisa out of the room and grabbed both girl's arms.

"Don't you touch her," Lisa ordered.

Jackson sneered. "Again, Lisa, you're not the one in control."

"Oh," Lisa said, pretending to be crestfallen. "Well. In that case, I have something to tell you."

"What?" he sighed. Sarah looked at her. Lisa reeled her arm back and brought her fist to collide with Jackson's nose. She grabbed Sarah's arm and they took off down to the parking lot.

"Dammit!" she heard him yell as blood spilled from his nose.

"Run!" Lisa screamed to Sarah. They'd made it halfway out of the building before they reached a set of stairs. Sarah darted ahead of Lisa and Lisa ran to catch up with her when she missed a step and her ankle twisted horribly.

"Shit!" she cried, and tried to get back up, but her ankle couldn't support her weight. "Go, Sarah! Keep running!"

"No, what about you?" Sarah cried, trying vainly to help Lisa back to her feet.

"Go get help!" Lisa cried frantically. Jackson was less than six feet away. Sarah began to run again but Jackson grabbed her arm and pulled her out to a nearby car which Lisa assumed was his and shoved her in the back. He locked the door and came back, his face flashing furiously, for Lisa.

"Nice fucking job, Leese," he snarled. "Just two more injuries to contend with." Lisa felt like kicking herself, but she couldn't because she couldn't move her foot. Jackson stooped to pick her up and Lisa backhanded him.

"Don't fucking touch me!" she screamed. Jackson glared at her.

"Well, you can't walk, you don't exactly have a choice," he snapped and before she could say another thing he'd picked her up and carried her honeymoon-style to the front seat of the car.

He began to drive and seemed to calm down a bit. "Well, you know how they say what goes around, comes around."

"So, are you saying you want me to knock you out with my head?" Lisa asked sarcastically. He laughed, not quite catching the sarcasm.

Sarah spoke from the back. "So...do I call you Jack or Mr. Ripper?" Lisa could tell by the tone of voice that she really didn't know.

Jackson glared at Lisa. She beamed a huge innocent smile at him despite the dreadfully painful sensation in her ankle. He cleared his throat.

"JackSON or Mr. RippNER," he corrected. "You choose."

"Alrighty, Jack," Sarah smiled. Lisa laughed. She could tell that this time Sarah was just being a smartass.

Jackson seethed. He brought the car to a screeching halt and turned to look back at Sarah.

"Are you trying to be a bitch?" he asked angrily. Sarah pretended to think.

"Ah, nope, comes pretty naturally, actually," she nodded. Lisa was laughing so hard she had tears coming down her face.

"I liked your sister better," he grumbled. "She didn't talk." Lisa stopped laughing.

"That's probably because she was scared of you," Sarah diagnosed.

"And you're not?" Jackson grinned at her. She shook her head.

"Nope."

"Why not? You do know that I could kill you at any moment, don't you?" he threatened. She remained unfazed.

"I'm not scared of death, Jack," she replied bravely. Lisa felt like applauding the smart, bold girl.

"It's what else I can do that should scare you," he answered pointedly. Lisa turned to look at Jackson, then Sarah. Her face tightened slightly, but she spoke again, quieter this time.

"I'm not scared of that, either."