The car continued further down the road as the clock read 3:00 pm. Lisa was still passed out and Jackson began to grow worried as her head continually knocked against the window. He sighed, pulled the car to a stop, and pulled her seat back with a lever on the side.

A few hours later she awoke with a jolt. She looked around, disoriented and rubbed her head, groaning.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," Jackson greeted her cheerfully.

"You put my seat back?" Lisa asked irritably.

"Yeah. Your head kept hitting the window. Didn't want you to suffer brain damage or something," Jackson nodded amiably.

"Then stop headbutting me, genius," Lisa moaned.

"I'd be a little more grateful that I didn't make the call to eliminate your cousin," Jackson snapped.

Lisa tried to puff out her chest bravely. "Well, I'm not, because I know by now that you're not going to do anything," she replied pompously.

Jackson frowned and eased the car to the side of the road. "What makes you say that?" he asked, quietly but angrily.

Lisa grinned. "Because if you had you'd have done it already. And you can't because if you do there's nothing left to make me make the call," she said, her tone cocky.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, Leese," he smirked. "I know you're not that popular of a person but I still have many other people I could target if Tanya dies."

Lisa was mortified as he called her bluff. "Wha-what?"

Jackson ticked off names on his fingers. "Let me see, there's your dad, and your mom, maybe Cynthia..." he trailed off as Lisa stared at him, her eyes wide with fear. "But if you really want to see if I'm bluffing, Leese, I can always prove my point." He pulled out his cell phone and began dialing.

"No!" she shrieked, sitting up and causing her seatbelt to tug on her throat.

"I didn't think so," he said smugly and began driving again.

The clock slid to seven pm as Lisa sat running a hand absently through her hair. Jackson suddenly pulled the car off the road up to a shabby-looking motel called the Macintosh Inn. A vacancy sign blinked overhead as Jackson turned to Lisa and cut the engine. Lisa shot him a confused glare.

"What? I've been driving all day. I need some sleep," Lisa rolled her eyes. "Now, wait here while I go check in. I don't want to take another chance with you. I'll be able to see you from in there and even if you do manage to escape my eyes there's absolutely no where you can go, as you can see. And I have the phone, and the keys. I'll be back in a moment." Then his voice became sweet. "Are we gonna behave, Leese?"

Lisa didn't say anything, but slowly, bitterly, brought her eyes to meet his. She tried to stare him down but ended up nodding ever so slightly.

"Good."

Lisa watched as Jackson went inside and spoke to the desk clerk. He chatted animatedly and Lisa rolled her eyes.

"The amiable killer," she said to herself, shaking her head.

Jackson came back out and opened her door for her. She shot him a look of pure loathing. The desk clerk stood outside with a bag of garbage and Jackson looked at him and laughed.

"Women."

"Yes, we're wonderful," Lisa snapped angrily and stood a distance away as he locked the car. She stood impatiently with her arms crossed over her chest and tapping her foot on the pavement. Jackson led her to a room with the numbers 51 peeling off the shabby sea-green colored door. Lisa rolled her eyes.

"For an assassin you'd think he'd be able to afford something decent."

Jackson smiled at her and opened the door. "Yeah, well, its expensive having someone guard your cousin's house 24/7."

Lisa rolled her eyes and pushed past him into the room. Once the lights were turned on and she surveyed the room she angrily turned to Jackson, her face livid.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"You know what. There's one bed, you asshole!"

Jackson laughed. "Calm down, Leese. It was the only vacant room. What, you seriously think I'm making a move on you?"

Lisa was still mad but her cheeks turned bright red. Jackson threw his briefcase down on the table and took off his jacket, still laughing.

"Well, I'm still not sleeping in the same bed as you," Lisa informed him indignantly.

"I'm not sleeping on the floor," Jackson replied obstinately.

"Why not?" Lisa demanded.

Jackson grinned at her and cracked his back. "Back problems."

Lisa glared at him. "By all means, though, Leese," he gestured at the dingy carpet. "Feel free to sleep on the floor. But I'm going to take a bet and say there's cockroaches."

Lisa looked at him, and then the carpet, then finally back at him. She pulled a pillow from the bed and flung it to the floor. "I'd rather sleep with the bugs, thanks."

Jackson smirked at her. "Be my guest. But if you get lonely-"

His comments bit her. "Shut up."

"Oh, sorry, Leese, that bring back memories of-what was it, a parking lot?" he said mockingly.

"Shut up," Lisa fought back tears. She moved to go into the bathroom but he grabbed her arm. She looked angrily up at him.

"You know what I think?" he asked quietly.

"Surprisingly, I don't," Lisa replied coldly, her voice shaking.

"I think you need to move on," Lisa tore away from him and slammed into the bathroom. As soon as the door was locked, she leaned against it, sobbing, and wished for the hellish nightmare to be over.