The sky slowly began to lighten as the car zoomed past a sign reading Orange Grove, Florida. Lisa marveled at the originality of the name and leaned against the door, her expression blank. Jackson fiddled with the radio and finally landed on a station playing rap. Lisa sighed loudly and clicked it off. Jackson shot her an amused grin and snapped him back on. Lisa shot him a glare.

"You know, it's bad enough I'm stuck here with you, but do we have to listen to this garbage, too?" Lisa snapped. Jackson clicked it off, smiling broadly.

"Aw, you don't like-" he clicked his tongue playfully as the DJ announced the name of the artist. "Kanye West?"

"Hardly."

Jackson glanced back at her. "So, shall we talk, then? I did promise you that idle small talk, didn't I?"

Lisa shifted in her seat to face him and put on a cold mask. "Yeah. So tell me, Jack, how'd you get into the killing business?"

Jackson rolled his eyes. "I honestly don't think it's any of your business."

"And every detail of my life is yours?" Lisa responded quietly and bitterly.

"I believe it is," Jackson replied, once again amused. "And you make it sound like I'm I-love-my-job-employee-of-the-month."

Lisa snorted in disbelief. "Oh, so you're in it for the medical coverage?"

Jackson sighed. "You don't quit the family business, Leese."

Lisa felt completely shocked, as if a huge weight had hit her.

"Yes, Lisa. I work for my father. Always have."

"You-I-thought you-killed your parents," Lisa stuttered, still shell-shocked.

Jackson frowned in confusion. "Why would you think that?"

"Because you said so," Lisa frowned. "At the Tex Mex?"

Jackson thought for a moment and then his face lightened as he remembered. "Oh yeah. Jeez, Leese, ever heard of a hyperbole?"

"Yeah, I have," Lisa said, irritated. "But seeing how you're a fucking ASSASIN that theory seemed highly likely."

"You take life way too seriously, Leese," Jackson sighed.

Lisa felt herself go crazy in a split second and shoved Jackson hard in the chest. The car almost swerved off the road but Jackson regained control as Lisa yelled, "What is this, a game to you? Make up your mind! Do you want to be an asshole or do you want to be nice? Cause I'm getting really confused!"

Jackson pulled the car to the side of the road and within a moment he was at Lisa's throat. She sputtered several times and tried to pull his hands off but it was to no avail.

"Well, Leese, you don't like Jackson, maybe I can resurrect Jack," Jackson snarled. "It's up to you. And while I must say these charming witty insults you keep throwing my way annoy the hell out me I've learned to tolerate them. But I swear to God if you ever, EVER make a move on either of our lives again your cousin dies. DIES. Do you understand that, Lisa? Does that make sense? I hope so, because I"m not going to explain it again."

Lisa still gasped for air and clawed at his grip. She felt weaker though and stopped trying to kick him. Finally he releases her and he straightened his jacket, pulling back onto the road. He didn't say a word as Lisa pressed herself as close to the car door as she could . It was as if an invisible dam in her had broken as she erupts in quiet sobs. Jackson glanced once at her, sighed, and focused back on the road.

The car clock switched from 12:11 PM to 12:12 as Lisa sat apathetically in her seat. Jackson pulled the car off an exit and up to a gas station. Lisa looked at him.

"We need gas, Leese. Thought you'd have that one figured out by now."

"Well, excuse me for thinking that your super-villain car didn't need fuel," Lisa spat bitterly.

Jackson sighed. "You know, you always have to have things either black or white. Good or bad. Hero or villain. It's not always that distinct, Leese. Sometimes things...are in the shaded area."

"Maybe, but sure as hell not in this case," Lisa snapped in annoyance.

"Lisa-"

"Shut up and just get your damn gas."

Jackson climbed out of the car and pumped the gas, then turned back to Lisa.

"Want some food or something?"

Lisa turned sweetly to face him. "Why, Jack, it's so chivalrious of you to ask but coincidentally I'm not hungry." She rolled her eyes.

"No problem," Jackson said nonchalantly. "Come on."

"I told you, I'm not hungry," Lisa said loudly.

"Do you honestly think that I'm going to leave you in here by yourself?" Jackson sneered. Lisa glared at him and made a big show of stomping out of the car. Jackson smirked at her, amused, and held out his arm but she looked at it in disgust and rolled her eyes. Jackson shrugged and they went inside.

"Nothing-" Jackson began to mutter.

"Cute, yeah, I know. God, Jack. You need a new routine," Lisa snapped.

Jackson turned to the counter to pay for the gas and they began talking. Lisa glanced behind her and realized something. She found her only chance and snatched a pen and crossword puzzle book from the man's shopping basket. He began to say something in protestation as Lisa scribbled words in it quickly. Jackson glanced back at her as the counterman continued talking.

"-and so I said to my wife, that's not really fair, ya know?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah," Jackson glanced back at Lisa. "Anyway, it's been lovely talking to you sir, but me and my WIFE need to be GOING now, don't we LISA?"

Lisa finished writing and shoved the book into the man's hands. Jackson sighed and took it back. He snapped it shut and gave some money to the clerk. He grabbed another book from the shelf for the man and took Lisa's arm.

"Sorry about that, sir. She can be kind of territorial at times," Jackson said coolly. Lisa quickly glanced up at him, panicked.

"No, I-"

She was cut off as Jackson steered her back outside to the car. The people in the store shot confused glances after them as Jackson angrily pulled open her door and quite forcefully guided her in. She looked quite frazzled but it was as if she was desperately trying to stay calm. Jackson began driving and stopped a bit down the road.

"Are you really trying to see just how far you can push me?" Jackson questioned ferociously.

"I've-no idea what you're talking about," Lisa replied stiffly, not looking into his eyes.

"Bull." Jackson grabbed the book from where he'd thrown it on the floor and opened to the page where the worlds HELP ME were scrawled on the page in big green letters."So you're telling me that these were here before?"

Lisa still didn't look at him but hesitated and said quietly, "I don't pretend to know what goes on inside a convenience store, Jack."

Jackson threw the book behind him. It hit the back windshield and made a loud noise. Lisa closed her eyes and winced as Jackson turns to her. She opened her eyes again.

"You couldn't have come up with anything more original than that?" he snapped.

"Well, you know they say old habits die hard," Lisa said angrily, finally turning to look at him.

Jackson pretended to think. "Yeah. They do."

Lisa frowned in confusion. "Wha-"

She was cut off as Jackson brought his head to collide with hers. It struck her head against the window behind her as she fell unconscious. Jackson winced and rubbed his forehead, then kept driving.